Category : Poems

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Sidewalk blazing when 
Across my Red 
Eyes a site to 
See Text and Send 
On my I-phone.
“ MAGA in Neigh-bor-
Hood so do your best 
While Going Home “.


The Good Lord 
Knows Shepards 
Do not need 
The moon full,
To know
When Wolves 
Come to Skin the 
Sheep for its wool.

5 in a Case roaming 

On rotating wheels.
Described as 5 glass eyed, 
Henny Black Glockenspiels.
Speeding Gonzalez hype.
Zig-zagging thru stop signs.
While howling “ We own the night! “, Before pulling up  by my curbside.


Telling me to turn 
Round and to keep calm.
As if I’m Just 
Going to-wink-nod
And take the bend 
Over from the Same 
Hand holding The
Heat-ed cattle prod!


“ Cop said Stop! “THAT ! deep 
Burns till You see The 
White Devils Level.
Where Same posed those 
Fanged out splintered holes 
In Mr. Diallo’s door.
Was it 40 Knocks
Heard or maybe more?


But when the noise cleared, 
There laid out as
Portrayed slaughtered!
Like my Text feared.
Another Sheep’s wool Roll. 
The brand of Black Wallet 
Is Silent as Dropped on 
The Floor between the Wolves 


………And Amadou’s Front Door.