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Category Archives: right handed poems
#youwillnotkillmetoday (NPM2017 20)
death will come on the day it wants dressed as it pleases at the time he chooses death will come of that there is little doubt how it will be received is the matter here #youwillnotkillmetoday with ignorance because you … Continue reading
1 if by faith (NPM 2017 19)
1 if by faith lined up next to none talking about chances found rolling down hill looking for a way up out of no way 1 if by faith best intentions with the devil over your shoulder young bucks … Continue reading
discontinued (NPM2017 14)
dispossessed in america a discontinued import left on the shelf shuffled and warehoused placeholders redlined into neighborhoods they will build in like worker ants creating everything from black market to co-op economics that will be contained bombed burned envied … Continue reading
dream still (NPM2017 12)
I still dream flying free I dream the rising after free-falling after the ocean after seasoned breaking shattered into a million pieces blown like dry thistle into the whirlwind circling reality not able to land no resting place the purge … Continue reading
left handed child (NPM2017 10)
i dreamed of the left-handed child standing in the middle of the road i have been dreaming about preaching on milk cartons most of my dreams come from the ocean my sleep is a classroom my teachers are mostly dead … Continue reading
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in conversation with God
do you talk to God do you listen when God answers do you overstand God’s will God demands you see God’s work you can hear God’s voice floating in the vibration beneath the surface of the ocean phantoms below … Continue reading
discomfort (NPM2017 # 3)
i tried to paint the picture they shuddered i needed them to see they averted their eyes i needed them to hear they put their hands over their ears they say they want to understand but they can’t stay in … Continue reading
The Closing of Jesus
Dancing with Black Jesus i saw jesus break dancing on a corner in west oakland right before the banks came to steal black folks homes he must have been a warning he was beautiful homeless funky dust flying from … Continue reading
Bobby Hutton Park
http://www.oaklandrising.org/sites/default/files/images/images.jpeg The Defermerys are alive, says the beige council woman. They may be living but Bobby Hutton is dead and we have renamed the park to keep him alive surely you understand life and death eternally binary we are binary … Continue reading
times of fire
it is a time of fire an age of rising like waves on a black sea we are the pouring over after being pressed down witness fire on the water we are the lesson of the lynching tree the answer … Continue reading
