No lazy eyed outlook
When this morn-stilled!
Points as what's on display: "there, look;
Old barrow, cart".
Can it be so excused
When this noon-stirred?
Points as what's just for show: "there, look;
Old cat; porched art".
Like a birds wings love is to be free
spread wide, leaping across oceans
& desserts alike.
Meant to be beautiful & prosper
without hiddenness.
However there is evidence of a
blight that has taken root in certain
men’s hearts & minds; as the
creation of the closet rots their
insides, leaving them wilting like
candles burned profound.
They say that the love they share
was never meant to be,
They say we’re separate, but equal,
yet separate but equal is not equal;
They turn blindly away from our
outcries, as if to say goodbye.
I always thought love was like a
birds wings, its destiny to be free-
spread wide, leaping across oceans
and desserts alike
they’re sun will never rise to bring
the dawn, it chooses to lay porched-
drunk
forgetting always,
of the blood spilled before it.
It forgets always…
Long silences drift
Gaping the mind's wheelbarrow
Suddenly the stocks of tomorrow vanished
The bricks laid yesteryear were sagging
In their muddy rut
Up ahead on the corner
Motorola rushes ransack the hospital
Impatience at the check out counter
And an enveloping TV set
Some waiting has yet to be begun
At the bus terminal. busy heads are turning
The self-myself-our property
Is dozing at some Dunkin Dounuts
The JOB, so clearly defined
Is turning eyeballs narrow in their deceit
And childhood senses are porched
Stilted at the school desk desire
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