Best Taillight Poems

I want to take a drive tonight
through a maze of half-lit roads
paved in onyx shadows.
I want to follow starry streets
that roll in waves of cold concrete
beneath the opal moon.
I want to cruise across the city
through pockets of rose gold light
that bury me in brightness
before throwing...

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Anguish Isn't Always Visible


Late in the night a war fell, a war of midnight without a glow.
He always wore a painted face. 

His world became shrouded in endless dark all at once.

A police officer pulled him over for a broken taillight. 
He reached in his...

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You think all I ever need is a full tank of gas
But my old fenders and taillight need repair
I grow weary of the way people stop and stare
Whenever I sputter and belch as we pass.

No proper chick will ride in my torn front seat
The evening...

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I want to walk without looking over my shoulder.
I want to eat without looking over my shoulder.
I want to drive without looking over my shoulder.
For, when I look over my shoulder.
My first reflection is the trembling I have when I see a deputy.
My first inquiry.
Will...

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I love the way the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences let Will Smith sit there, for 40 minutes, preening in the front row, in plain sight, after he assaulted a black man at the Oscars. 

I know what you're thinking - wait, isn’t...

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Driving on the highway.
Body tired.
Mind Exhausted.
Over rivers of cement.
Under rising jumbo jets, bellies exposed.

Suddenly a flash of sunlight
hits the taillight
of the car in front of me,
creating the image of a bright,
white, hot diamond.

It dazzles.

For one brief moment
the chemical reaction of
reflected sunlight
and my own weary mind
produces...

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Slavery was abolished in America almost 200 years ago
but the system refuses to relinquish a sad history
binding young black men as they remain prey
and are locked up in a system to perform free labor
blue mood cops the modern day crackers
the new age slave hunters to...

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Scary people are everywhere
weaving through the backbone of rain-soaked roads
taillight burning A holes in my balding tires.
Scary people in the grocery store line
carts filled with poison pop tarts and cheap wine
they don't smile-
they haven't smiled since childhood.
I try and stay clear of their scariness
but they...

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