it is four- thirty-eight a.m..
I was not aware until I heard the loud knock.
Bam.
at the front door
next to my recliner
I glanced at the clock.
Four-thirty-eight a.m.
BAM
BAM
two more loud angry-sounding knocks.
I froze for a couple of minutes.
who would be out there?
If I answered the door, would I be sealing my fate?
Would I be annihilated?
I had to walk in front of the picture window to get out of my chair
the curtains were wide open.
I expected to see a face; I knew it would frighten me.
I peeked out the small glass window in my front door.
A small raccoon was staring at me.
He was drinking the dog’s water
I saw no person whatsoever.
My husband was awake by now.
He wanted to know who had knocked so hard on the front door.
I looked up “ghost knocks”.
There are many stories about them.
I truly do not think it was a person.
My husband thinks it was the raccoon.
I do not.
this was the knock of an angry grown man.
we may never know.
The border is broken and ignored.
Mixed in with desperate angels are snakes-demons-gangsters.
The latest game of Chinese checkers
(the fentanyl plague) has taken the place of the Wuhan rage...
Body bags are filling with our young
their silky dreams-undone-undone.
A parade float governor belches.
No more cash bail for the violent.
Claiming (from behind his wall) this will make citizens safer.
Prisons are being emptied into once peaceful places.
Lori Lightfoot waves her dog-eared race card again.
The sheep will always vote the same-the -same.
As black brains are being sprayed with .38 caliber candy.
Even Afghanistan is a more peaceful place
than the Un-United States.
Soros hornets along with the ghosts of Mao and Marx
are stinging lady liberty to death.
One thing I got right? You.
Despite the fear,
I was brave enough to say
‘I love you’.
thirty-eight years
of peradventure in love
— stimulus superb
4/19/2018
Ice cubes and insects
do not live under casts though
the leg disagrees
Sometimes I wonder is it me, looks are deceiving and I'm
not saying I haven't deceived anyone because truth be
told I'm just as surprised as they are on them days I just
so happen to fly off the radar. But I can only be me, and
I'm proud to be that misfit, misunderstood, humble, but
also taking full responsibility of my sickness. I don't know
what the future for those that's in my present but I
grateful for the moment I stand in their presence, who
knows when I might not get to see it for a season two so
as I try to live up to God's standard falling short is what I
continue to do I don't make promises because I'm
human like you and nothing comes surprising to me
because under the sun nothing is new... so that's why my
attitude seems to be concrete to you.