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i ride to work four days a week
one hour each way.
i don’t like it
but i take the ride.
jerry springer is on the t.v. nightly
i don’t like it
but i watch.
somewhere in between…
of aryan dreams
black power screams
brown men plying in trade
mobile laboratories
moon over the mesas
the valley stretched out below
mountainside condos
trailer park bimbos
babies still die in the ghetto.
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GIVE ME A HOG by keith
Gimme a hog
Make it low to the ground
Gimme a hog
So I can get around
Gimme a hog
‘cause they’s the dope
Gimme a hog
One like the pope.
Gimme a hog
Make it all nice and shiny
Gimme a hog
So I can haul some hiney
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image and rhyme evolve of stillness.
one heart beats its rhythm; a fluid pulse.
rain, brain, tongue.
the poetry in my poem.
feel the passion of flesh upon a tree
giving the rhyme and the reason to the disguise
of little hands learning ignorance and
the ways of fire and rope upon flesh.
find the poetry in my poem.
feel the passion of flesh; tattooed and numb.
frozen in still life, the concentrations of humanity.
captive and fallen prey to answers searched for still;
in and between the lines of ‘mein kampf’.
find the poetry in my poem.
feel the passion of a flesh consumed
by a pox woven into the fabric of broken promises
and diseases of alcoholism and the reservation
and the wounded knee.
find the poetry in my poem
feel now the passion of flesh, poor, in america;
exempt, when seeking justice in a system
where the dollar is the god we trust
where defense budgets and space shuttles and social reforms
have higher priority than the hungry, the homeless
and the working poor
where is the poetry in my poem?
feel the passion; ...the horror of flesh,
vaporized and poisoned by the fallout radiation
of ‘the fat man’ and ‘little boy’, the day they fell from the sky.
the day nagasaki and hiroshima became “ground zero”
find the poetry in my poem.
feel the passion of flesh attempting to reconcile natural selection;
trespassing the spiritual and carnal realms
dwelling there where truth is all at once lost to the emotion
and the memories retold.
find the poetry in my poem.
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Keith Hubbard
Free Write
18 January 2011
I concur with the sentiment and truth of Coll’s article.
The lines
this is an awareness
renewed.
black, white,
redefined reality.
levels of preparation.
mindless reparation.
the indications.
the indignations.
atrocities past
forgiven, ‘most forgotten.
barriers designed to endure
ensure
cultural consciousness
never become…
national consensus.
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from the beginning.
even as now.
you are with me, together.
we as one caste from the paradise.
immersed within your seas.
encompassed by the breadth of your love.
i am surfaced from the warmth of your essence.
once upon the shore.
awakened, my senses ‘roused by the fragrance;
love mingled upon floral bouquet
beckoning from the gardens.
i move again toward my passion.
we embrace… and climb.
soaring, bound only to each other.
reaching the heights we linger briefly.
and settling back into the redolent earth
blanketed by fallen petals.
the heavens smile;
bathing us in the light of new beginnings.
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