How pretty
is the motor city
under neon diodes?
I sent my heart
into its stars
exhaled my soul
into rustbelt smoke
maybe I’ve lost my mind
or rather it’s left behind
my sanity abandoned
and blighted
my memories subjected
to successive evictions
—just f***ing forget ‘em—
I guess the city could
enlighten me a bit
on resilience
Categories:
evictions, adventure, city,
Form: Free verse
Evictions left and right
People forced into a plight
In a darkened tunnel with no light
Pavement Plaza
Pushed onto the streets
No home and nothing to eat
It was a complex and a landlord with no heart
Some were Seniors and changes in family households
No means to make end’s meat
Humanitarian termination
Understanding in complex bills need to be paid
Meanwhile the evicted are stuck with no shade
Some had lived in the complex for years
Now people loss their preserver
The streets became their home
They are all alone
Pavement Plaza is no place to live
Especially living in the outdoors among the elements
Pavement Plaza being the evicted address
The evicted are now under stress
A Landlord could care less.
Categories:
evictions, anger, anxiety, betrayal, city,
Form: Rhyme
The Panders have come to the Washington Zoo.
They’ve got much to say, but near none of it’s true.
Those cute little panderers, both black and white,
make appeals to the left and concede to the right.
They’ll give you down payments and not tax your tips.
Like the Bush lied to Moses and said, “Read my lips!”
They can’t help their lies or the oaths they are takin’,
Such a cute little orange one, and the cuddly Jamaican.
The border, evictions, and the free car loans of course;
I could go on for stanzas, not to beat a dead horse.
“The end of democracy!” if you don’t vote;
they’ll promise a shirt while they’re taking your coat.
Yes, the Panders have come to the Washington Zoo,
tossing nuts through the bars to me and to you.
Categories:
evictions, humorous, political,
Form: Rhyme
I’m running out of money,
but I’ve still got some time
and only just one question
…can you lend me a dime
My dollars spent on something
that quarters can’t divide
my nickels for what’s come and gone
…can you lend me a dime
Tomorrow comes as landlord,
whose lease you can’t cosign
my place reserved but not in ink
…can you lend me a dime
My tenancy is in arrears,
foreclosing on my mind
last chance to stay evictions sway
…can you lend me a dime
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
Categories:
evictions, money, time,
Form: Rhyme
He,being the bridge to thought
Reminding me of what i forgot
Ubiquitous..
Seemingly everywhere, but not
Amazing its ability to mold
Shape the future and what it beholds
From evictions to revolutions
From problems to solutions
Lubricant,
To oil the wheels of time
Storing rhymes,
Rhymes to tell her and his story
Can morph from beauty to gory
Manipulate and stipulate emotions
Able to handle poisons and potions
Even god found it fit for his words
As ideas merge
And the more often it turns
Torn and stripped from the life of land
However given life to the poorest of hands
For the pen is mightier than the sword
But what would it be without paper as a source
Categories:
evictions, life, nature, nostalgia, philosophy,
Form: Free verse