In his mid-30s but still a boy
Given $14.50 an hour and 12 hour shifts
Six days a week
His driver’s license confiscated
For five slung beers over a night long ago
Cost him $10,000
Contributed to the system
Of judges bailiffs lawyers and Presidents
All residents
Of the lakes and new mansions up north on weekends
Five years it will take him
To pay them for his sin.
Out here on the way to work
There are no buses
So the boy joins a line of third world refugees
Walking an hour and a half a day
Each way
Through the sweat of summer
And the snow of winter
From Greatdale Apartments
To the soda pop company’s bottling plant
He limps down the shoulder of King’s Road
Texting a screen scream to his desperate dad
“I can’t do this anymore!”
This
The only demand the son can manage
While Escalades
Roar by him
Side mirrors whisking within inches of his elbows
The thought of the American Dream
Or even the idea of a violent union revolution
Pouring out of him
Like his 10 cent returns
After work at the Party Store.
Me vs Voices and Me
Who are you, (we are here)
What are we,(piano sound escalades )
Loud screams ascend,( I am me)
Why must you, ( your so stupid)
The time is now,(you'll always be a nobody)
Train sounds descending,(its morning time)
Everyones looking, (everyone knows )
Everyone hears, ( everyone should)
I am me, ( were always here)
I'm just me, (were always here , never going away)
Schizophrenic Blues
The sun sinks behind the golden clouds
inviting moon
The blackness moon brings inviting creatures
Creatures of imagination
Creatures too terrifying to meet eyes
The creatures inviting the screams, the roars
The sounds inviting the running legs
Of human beings
As cars are crushed and souls fall dead
The sun regains it place in the marble-blue sky
And in the dim Twilight
The creatures run to their secret place
The secret place of wonder
Of imagination
As the brightness escalades
All is silent
As children open their eyes
All the big dogs out barkin' their song
older cats strollin' just playin' along
hipsters out mellowin' chill for the day
jipsters shout yellin' pronouncin' their trade
the young whelps sit curbside awestruck in dreams
fast money escalades cascading in streams
Others pass knowing,street life aint all that
just another nest blockparty full of hoodrats
Females ballyhooing in swivel they shake
homeboys be doin',make no mistake
street heat be seekin' next mark to play
chickies are hangin' off short leash no stray
eyeballin' darts blip radar like charts
no move is missed,you were kissed from the start
whadup...are you good,just begins the action
hooked now from the look,you gave as a sanction
Others pass knowing,street life aint all that
just another nest blockparty full of hoodrats.....
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