This Couldn’t Happen To Us

She was soft well figured and full of life
yet in the cold of night she felt his knife
We prayed for a miracle to keep her alive
while out on the street that criminal thrived

We asked why as we cried with disbelief
until we felt hate in our frustrated grief
Knowing we couldn’t make a move
and knowing it was too late to prevent this truth

Yes, we knew of the sickness outside our door
but instead of getting involved we just kept score
And in thinking this couldn’t happen to us
one of our dreams has returned to dust

Purple Hippos

We were sold
A dream of Equality
The word ringing out
Like a politician’s promise
Full and deep and
Most of all
Heavy
Education!
Marched beside it
Head high, waving
Smiling benignly
On those who met
With approval:
They crossed all their t’s
And dotted the i’s
Colored only
Between the lines
With “real” colors
No purple
Hippopotamus
To mar the page
They stifled the urges
To point out
The absurdity
Of making a cartoon coloring-book character
Realistic
Bit back the arguments
Against the idiocy
Of their teachers
Never, ever asked
“Why do I need this?”
Just
Followed the path
Got the paper
The oily handshake
The photo-op moment
And set foot
Out of Education
Into the Real World
Where they found
Equality
Was about as real
As the silly drawings
They painstakingly colored in
That there were always those
Who started out ahead
Had an Education
Above and beyond
That required
By law
Had the Extra-Curricular Activities
In a list
A page long
Were captain, and head, and leader
Of all the teams and clubs
Had been a Volunteer
Instead of working
To pay their senior dues
Had the connections, the money, the power
The ruthless edge
And those are the ones
Who stay ahead
Continue to be
The captains
Of industry
The heads
Of state
The leaders
Of us all
And those who did it Right
Are left to wish
They’d colored the hippo
Purple

Grandfather

Grandfather, Grandfather
show me the way this little boy is so scared today
life is so big and I am so small
grandfather you seem to know it all

You’ve lived a long time and you are so wise
grandfather I trust you, you tell me no lies
I’m filled with your love and I see all your good
grandfather, grandfather if only I could
know what you know and be as you are
then surely for me life would shine like a star

With tears in his eyes he looked at me
and said grandson, my grandson if this could only be
but I am a guide and though I stand by your side
your life is for you to learn and too grow
and then God willing someday, someday you’ll know
that your fear is from you and you are the one
who will make yourself happy or completely undone

Well we walked on and talked on for many a year
and now that he’s gone I still feel him near.

Apple Tree

You pick so freely
From the apple tree.
Reaching across wires,
We both conspire

Smiling, contented, eternally bewildered,
We hold hands, and you say 'We killed her.'
Walking along, with a hum in our hearts,
Skillfully mastering our sinister art

Of lying about ourselves; necessary lies.
And while the holes collect their flies,
We laugh gloriously, our heads lean back
As they fall one by one; bodies so slack

It seems our destiny
Lives on in misery,
Watching slipping sands
Gripped in our bloodied hands.

We make the road
A loving, humble abode.
From the apple tree
You pick so freely.

Permafrost

With fire in the sky
The permafrost will see change
As everything burns

Three

Love is tragic huh?

People begin to fall off

The cliff of, I’m sorry

Two

The lovely green leaves

To an internal crisis

Everything changes

One

Two and a half months

I am an Ameri – Corpse

Where do I lie now?

You're mistaken, but I'll let myself in anyways

Me and my old companion Bobby we're walking around Hayward.
Walking under the BART tracks by gangs of black
teens that wore Mac Dre and Thizz shirts starring with
white anger into my soul.
I wasn't afraid
they all thought I would shoot up the school.
"I'm sick of all this straight edged shit Jacobs!"
"Mkay... Wanna go get Cheetos and chocolate milk after this?"
I replied.
Bobby and I.
Only 2 of the metal goths of high school.
We we're walking to this guys house I knew from class named Alex.
"No! I'm serious Jacobs! We're going to get you drunk, feed
you grass then hold down a goth chick and your going to rape
her."
"Can I finish my hot Cheetos first?" I replied.
We made our way threw the open dungeon of the ghetto and
stood on the front porch.
"You're street cred sucks!"
*Knocks on door*
"You let everyone push you around! I need a hard ass."
I rang the doorbell
"I'm sorry Bobby."
The door opens slowly with the sight of Alex's spiky black hair and a smell of pungent dro.
I could see the red in his eyes threw the thick black sunglasses he wore all the time.
"Hey! Bobby! Come in! Come in!"
Bobby walked inside then Alex looked at me like he'd seen me from a different universe.
"Aren't you that crazy motherfucker from German class?"
I replied, "No, You're mistaken, but I'll let myself in anyways."
I watched the transaction take place in his foggy living room where the late afternoon sunlight shown threw the train tracks and tried to have it's beauty exist.
I saw the slip of a little smelly baggy for a 20$ dollar bill.
"Alright guys alright. Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen."
We turned around and headed for the door.
Alex grabbed my shoulder
"Are you going to pay Fat-Tria to eat more garbage in class tomorrow?"
"I wasn't the one who threw down Alex, she ate the pencil and crayon shavings but was out for a week sick."
I replied.
Bobby yelled: "WE'RE LEAVING! Get outside Glenn 10!"
We walked out with Bobby getting what we travelled so long for,
the only thing other than his girlfriend that made him happy in life.
"You better hit this grass boy."
I stared off into the sunset while I padded dust off of my vampire trench coat.

You're mistaken, but I'll let myself in anyways

Me and my old companion Bobby we're walking around Hayward.
Walking under the BART tracks by gangs of black
teens that wore Mac Dre and Thizz shirts starring with
white anger into my soul.
I wasn't afraid
they all thought I would shoot up the school.
"I'm sick of all this straight edged shit Jacobs!"
"Mkay... Wanna go get Cheetos and chocolate milk after this?"
I replied.
Bobby and I.
Only 2 of the metal goths of high school.
We we're walking to this guys house I knew from class named Alex.
"No! I'm serious Jacobs! We're going to get you drunk, feed
you grass then hold down a goth chick and your going to rape
her."
"Can I finish my hot Cheetos first?" I replied.
We made our way threw the open dungeon of the ghetto and
stood on the front porch.
"You're street cred sucks!"
*Knocks on door*
"You let everyone push you around! I need a hard ass."
I rang the doorbell
"I'm sorry Bobby."
The door opens slowly with the sight of Alex's spiky black hair and a smell of pungent dro.
I could see the red in his eyes threw the thick black sunglasses he wore all the time.
"Hey! Bobby! Come in! Come in!"
Bobby walked inside then Alex looked at me like he'd seen me from a different universe.
"Aren't you that crazy motherfucker from German class?"
I replied, "No, You're mistaken, but I'll let myself in anyways."
I watched the transaction take place in his foggy living room where the late afternoon sunlight shown threw the train tracks and tried to have it's beauty exist.
I saw the slip of a little smelly baggy for a 20$ dollar bill.
"Alright guys alright. Please doing business with you gentlemen."
We turned around and headed for the door.
Alex grabbed my shoulder
"Are you going to pay Fat-Tria to eat more garbage in class tomorrow?"
"I wasn't the one who threw down Alex, she ate the pencil and crayon shavings but was out for a week sick."
I replied.
Bobby yelled: "WE'RE LEAVING! Get outside Glenn 10!"
We walked out with Bobby getting what we travelled so long for,
the only thing other than his girlfriend that made him happy in life.
"You better hit this grass boy."
I stared off into the sunset while I padded dust off of my vampire trench coat.

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