Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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.)

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