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)

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)

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)

BuzzPoTree

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stood at my desk dancing with muses
this day two days ‘fore Christmas
making a present to send out to you
letters and words and stanzas and shit
all swirlin’ ’round my mind
dancing with horses
the p-p-power of words
transcending race, culture, and fear

these words we have right now
as I send them out
as your eyes see them
they either pass through your awareness
or hang in your consciousness
could be either or both
i can only guess

will they be like a stone mountain
or just scattering dust
will it matter that they don’t matter
beyond being a pebble on my path
or even yours

so far away from poetry when I started writing today
so removed from connecting our souls
though only if you’ll have my words and me
as waking worlds have required my foci

now evolution pulls gently at my soul
and I write because I must
in order to live and thrive
making my way back to BuzzPoTree
getting high on expression

come join me now
come know our mutual bliss

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photo: Create, Create, Create (July 2016)