Militate on one another with great passion
the nonperson,
The fusty one.
Nothing fancy, delightful or bonvivant
Having a genteel attitude, but impassible
Vagabond. Loner. Prodigious.
Yet no blandishment.
Complicated as a merman
Porous because of mutilation
The obsequy closed with an
Elegy
Rigmarole. Rigmarole.
Not the booby hatch which
hosts may
The railroad tied on knots.
Big as an intrusive blunt forced
object
The copulation of blood and oxygen
Wins over the slightly manipulated mind.
From inside, out
Hapless haploids creating the uselessness of existence
Making, permanently each place
devoured
Feeling the blades and molar impressions piercing through each layer.
scornful, abusive
you speak, treat with disrespect
giving cause offense
rude cause of my face
called me names, other than James
defame militate
it’s cause my skin brown
bad-mouth cast aspersions on
this went on and on
nineteen seventy
disparage, jailed in small town
cause my step-brother
tried to steal rifle
from off a Gun store wall yes
I was innocent
was called everything
from N**ER, yawh, boy nobody…
I sure was insulted
all but child of God
prejudice and rage surfaced
never ask my name
below the Mason
Dixon Line in a small town
I was just INSULTed
10/25/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for NORTH OMAHA WRITING GROUP (NOW)
Wip writing assignment
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line:
5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5 0 0 5 7 5 0 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 136