the world likes it that way

and as you can see, I'm not one to fight it
down here, around there with my dark head
held in familiar position of acceptance - not reluctance

but not subserviant
right.

and as you can see, I leave it to God
and keep my shoulders back, when I think about it

these are my lips sending my Mother
(my best, all my love, my strength, my tidal wave, my faith)
these are my arms closed over my chest
these are my eyes, looking forward

because that's how the world wants it,
right.

Comments

mayhem

the link between sanity and insanity is but a snap: almost like a twig beneath your shoe in november and what happens when you can't leave your home because your anger and fear keep you prisoner, and all you want to do is be loved and be good at loving and quit hating everything including the cheap folgers coffee when you really wanted the good stuff from central market or why you can't reach your mother anymore because her pain is rearing it's ugly head over the phone and your siblings don't have much to do with you anymore, why? who really knows, maybe it's because you are becoming the one thing they hate the most but you don't know what that is and in two months you'll be 36 and you still do not have children and you are in financial ruin and you don't have the one thing you really want which is that front porch swing, but first you have to have the front porch. anyway. right?

snakewalker

each day I see this guy - on my way home from work. he's this odd young man, he wears a wife-beater, long shorts, bandana, but that's not the odd thing. . . . he dons a yellow snake with faint brownish spots around his neck. a fat snake, really long too. in his right hand, a leash, attached to a pit bull. they all seem to froth at the mouth. today he looked me right in the eye, even though I'm in my car making a right hand turn as speedy as possible. and I what I want is to get rid of that image. odd huh.

the day

Four years really? since my last post. My beloved Dirt Verse, I'm returned to you, lay myself at your feet. Can't believe, wait I can. that I neglected and denied myself. Here is a time where things can and will turn one way or the next, this age, this time. And like many of my beliefs, I am smack in the middle of packing up and never coming back and planting roots. Ok here goes:

dirt verse

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