So Why?
/
if all I want
is for each day
to end
quickly
why
do I bother
waking?…
God Spoke
/
It’s easy to feel a little woke,
just after you’ve taken a toke.
To feel as if God spoke,
as if you’re the only one in on the joke,
as if you hold a beautiful truth, a fire to stoke.
Thus beseeched, you spread the message under religion’s cloak.
‘This is what you should do before you croak.’
‘This is how you should treat the downtrodden and the broke.’
‘And this is how a lady should treat her bloke.’
The Derelict
/
My father, a drug fiend, regularly dealt to people such as these. Addicted, desperate men with nothing to look forward too other than their next high.
They would rip my dad off, and come back later that day for another hit.
Cops were never called. Children’s protection was never called. My father simply carried a tire iron, informing me that he would ‘bop them on the head’ if they got out of hand.
An hour ago I waked past a derelict house with three such people squatting outside. As we made eye contact, years of fear flooded back to me.
I ran.
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