The Blooming Block

Sitting on the block of the day Looking into amethyst abyss No longer seen as hunter or prey Disenfranchised like blue cold kiss Watching the animals fight their wars Knowing some win some lose Feeling the wrath of attention whores Singing their hill street blues On the block of irrelevant images Whatever the dress of the time Homeless roaming toward suttle scrimmages For resources of food courses limited line Lemon love served in a soul bowl From churches so big from no taxes The church like homeless grow Seem to me there’s no homeless factoring We can pay for sports arenas sure And ship athletes around the world Leaving disenfranchised potential pure Of the unhoused blue boys green girls Sitting on my writer’s block Not pretending to know wisdoms hacks Really disenchanted with it all Maybe my pen can bring me back to black