of soul

my life's good time

and happy head

are dependant upon

a steady flow

green...ya know and ninety year old

cubans

singing.......WAILING way beyond the limits

of soul

i maybe hope to be that old

i never thought i'd see THIS old

and the expression that

i give when smile is donned 

     and stomach kicks

is not enough to keep the brain on pause

never gonna justify the treatment

i take on

never gonna steal my quiet

          time away

and tomorrow, yes...i guess

i will follow brother's lead

and tell the man no longer

will i bleed the tears i've spilled

my wrist and gut breathe 

a collective sigh,

as my anger lies asleep...

ready to strike at will-

(2.3.00.)