Black Mirror

Black Mirror 4 28 2020

You show me
More
When only my energy
Flows
Through you

Black Mirror
I see
What others can’t show
I hear
What others can’t speak
I feel
What others can’t touch

Breath in
Breath out
People are just people
Living
Fallacies way away
From
Me and mine

But I can
Will
Explore them
And
Not mistake them
As
Mine

Copyright © 2020 by John David Higham: All Rights Reserved
Photo: Self-Portrait (April, 2020)

Don’t Test Me (I’m ‘Merican)

ER lady

Telling me

“You ain’t sick enough”

“You ain’t been to China”

“Just self-quarantine”

Was to 8 international airports

In ten days

Spiked a fever

Had trouble breathing

Coughing around the clock

For five straight days

Department of Health Lady

Telling me

“Just monitor your symptoms”

“Go to the E.R. if distressed”

“Drink water, get rest”

Don’t test me

I’m ‘Merician

Got bad insurance

And no friends

In high places

Ain’t no COVID-19

Here or here or here

‘Cause no testing goin’ on

Ain’t nothing to see

We ‘Mericans have nothing

To fear but foreigners

And them their flu

Don’t test me

I’m ‘Merican

I got God on my side

And the world

In my back pocket!

This (Is Not My Crossing Over)

Lungs that ached

another snot-filled head

sleep that ached

as COVID-19

fucked fucked and fuckedw/me

Houston became

hellnight after hellnight

after hacked sputum went

from clear2foamy2angry green

this is not my crossing over

who the fuck

do u think i am2 lie here

on a soaked matress

and have u squeeze life outta me

like some living toothpaste tube

this not the end of my touch

of my fight

of my laughter

even though my ribs ache

and my face looks like death

fuck u and u and u a thousand

times

can u hear my laughter

neath my wheezing?

the sun still warms my face

and tans my naked ass

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photo: post-apocalyptic hot tub (Lewisburg, 3/20)

will u b my4ever blue sky

will u b my 4ever blue sky
of endless possibilities
punctuated by wispy clouds
of transient doubt
?

will u hear w/me
ghosts crying nightly
mere memories
not prophesies
?

as 2being1
will u speak truths
only us2 will hear
in our souls
?

will u come& go
with me
neither leader
nor follower
?

will u blossom
as i bloom
wither
as i falter
?

will u b my4ever
sun
my4ever
moon
my4ever
stars
?

“yes,” we said
the Word
resonating
in our4ever
soul
.

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photo: my4ever blue sky (January, 2020)

Whose Dream (doUhave)?


yeah, i hear you
talkin about MLK
on your FB post

gotta ask ’cause
gotta know
:
whose dream
(doUhave)?

with white privilege
masking racism
name-calling
whose fear
(ruliving)?

status quo
protects my white ass
keeps me safe
keeps me from asking
scary questions

i fight myself 2c
worlds i never lived
hatreds i never felt
injustice against skin

foolish stupid me
empty rebel rebel
naive and hopeful
when the dream
needs so much more

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photo: Empty Walkway (PHL, December 2019)

Roman Collar Man (whoRu)

Bibles and Sacraments
Baptismals and
so many
Stations of The Cross

Roman Collar Man
whoRu
as your words seduce children
as you
hide behind confession
church law
and bankruptcy
to protect your reputation
to protect your assets
to protect your perversions
and your supply
of innocent souls
and young virgins

i smell your evil stench
from behind your defiled crosses
your pedohile sanctuaries
y is the Holy See
so blind

satan so pleased
by token measures
meant2appease
by secret measures
meant2protect
evil in your ranks

Roman Collar Man
who pretends to stand
in His Light
and who lives
above man’s law
above God’s law
in the name
of The Father
of The Sun
and The Holy Spirit

will u ever be cast out
from among the ranks
of the Holy by a Church
that is not as holy
as it Pretends to be

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photo: 1light (January 2020)

living@102fps


steel shiny
rubber rolling
windshield worlds
click, click, click
of my smartphone
driving@102fps

hotel suites
staff know my name
packed lunches dinners
complimentary breakfasts

then suit-up time
buttoned-down or t-shirted
(superman had his cape: ive got my blazer) and jeans
this psychologist’s uniform

preparing to understand
kids yelling punching soiling @102fps
parents struggling denying
enabling offending

another deep deep plunge
back into the infinite flow
of young faces hiding
tortured souls and secrets
finding dna of their pain

“abused”
“neglected”
“in placement”
“rights terminated”
are never just words
bandied about

so many violated kids
i gotta gotta know
102 feet per second
day in
day out
barely keeping up

“depraved”
“heartbreaking”
“tragic”
all those realities apply

lived their prisons
felt their rages
knew their numbness
storms before my calm
lived decades before
lived lives ago
lived PTSD life
always fighting
always dying
rising up again
until no1Left2fight
but me

being part of their journeys
starting their evolutions
of making mountains into
pebbles on their paths
helping them find miracles

when the evals all done
it’s never barely mentioned
each a stranger again

afterwards i
slip off the sport coat
slip into the car
meditate and
send out healing
as i heal@102fps

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photo: untitled windshield landscape (Trout Run, PA)

upon (sound) healing

become the dust
flow through my pores
soak into my blood
alter my dna

my eyes materialize
within your darkest night
paired sunrises or sunsets
only you know which
in each passing moment

touch what you will
you will touch me
we two mingling in breezes
cascading before the sun
in our rainbow
only others can see
only we can feel…

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photo: SunSetsoon (January, 2020)

Outlaw Truth

words that cut
sharpened by truth
turn no deaf ears
in this morning’s light

warned by The Universe
to give us this day
its Daily Bread
i shall go armed
only with insight
carried on wings
of outlaw truth

singleness of purpose
battling injustices
profound and profane
under building storm clouds

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photo: Morning Reading. (January, 2020)