poems for your soul

Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.

At school they learned that Black people happened.

I do whatever I want because I could die any minute. I don’t mean YOLO I mean they are hunting me.

I am free with the following conditions.

if you haven't had a nervous breakdown you haven't written a poem -you just interfered with A blank page minding its own business

woke up this morning feeling excellent, picked up the telephone dialed the number of my equal opportunity employer to inform him I will not be into work today Are you feeling sick? the boss asked me No Sir I replied: I am feeling too good to report to work today, if I feel sick tomorrow I will come in early

Free all political prisoners / All prisoners are political prisoners

not all the works of Mozart worth one human life

How much can we afford to lose, before we win, can we cut hair, or give up drugs, take job, join Minute Men, marry, wear their clothes, play bingo, what can we stomach, how soon does it leave its mark, can we living straight in a straight part of town still see our people, can we live if we don’t see our people? ‘It is better to lose & win, than win & be defeated’ sd Gertrude Stein, which wd you choose?

DOES THE END JUSTIFY THE MEANS?’ this is process, there is no end, there are only means, each one had better justify itself. To whom?

I have just realized that the stakes are myself

We return with the sea, the tides we return as often as leaves, as numerous / as grass, gentle, insistent, we remember / the way, / our babes toddle barefoot thru the cities of the universe.