Pumpkin pudding pie sharp needles in your toes prick and prod for your breakfast steal Charlie’s treats at bedtime voracious appetite close follow call your name gone in a twinkle of an eye slipped out when we weren’t looking chubskin butterball belly cry out for petting and treats honest no clue big round green eyes sharp teeth bite my nose or my hand just a nibble but those claws they puncture and scratch roll on your back and show your big belly
Cross swinging from a chain? Sitting in church every Sunday? Giving to the church? Teaching Sunday School? What makes a Christian? As if that matters anymore. The world has written us off as elitist, racist, oppressive, unwelcoming, manipulative, money grabbing, ignorant, delusional…the list goes on. When will we realize that inside we are all the same? Mexican, Russian or African; Christian, Muslim or Jew. Or whatever. We all want to be safe, secure and part of a loving community. Maybe we need to do away with religion so we can concentrate on the spiritual. Love is the common bond for all of us.
Make lack meandering echoes spaghetti mice swastika rely meek deed pointy hats white robes suit and tie is this me? My race has a history of rape, murder and torture. What is left? Too many t’s go uncrossed. Too many lives get wrecked. Where is the old glory? Was it real, or was it simply a sordid, infected power, built on the backs of Africans, imprisoned, kidnapped and enslaved? What is the path ahead? When will we learn? Too much blood has been shed. Too many nightmares. Too much oppression. Too many suffering, hungry, fatherless children. Who will save them?
Turtle snail measuring cup loud surface hype howl jump scratch tease color gift smooth liked maneuvers balanced keeping weird sun pound deep hot humid thunder lightning moose run lab southern wack old weep tackle beats belief wallow whine bread communion veal calves caged crippled trapped atrophied abuse inhumane what is the solution reap what you sow up cackle trapeze mixed race hollow mail sop
Right lock lamb frown march labels walking hierarchy stop prison for severely mentally ill unmedicated untreated violent six percent no funding no legislation to help them if we’re not dangerous why do you keep us locked up unmedicated why is security so tight around mental crisis centers stop saying we’re harmless and maybe we’d get the help we need dj jaffe
Going to the end of the circle,
Breathe in slowly, then out slowly.
Catastrophic habits lead to
Pollution and shorter life span.
Crunch the bones
In your teeth, chew the meat,
Spit out the gristle and fat.
Run to the railing.
See the leopard leap.
A story, a life, a sacrifice.
A belief in blood,
Atoning for my transgressions.
A body, broken.
A substitute for me.
Yes, I have broken God’s law,
Over and over.
Love has poured Himself
Into my soul,
And I am clean.
I like to stop.
Drop that lock.
Walk in a straight weeble wobble.
Paint the path with colors.
Meaning in the throat.
Pledge a squeegee to the bag.
Meals for squeals.
Pocket break your tune reap.
Wanted cook old wall develop.
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