Cops and Robbers

Cops and robbers, C’mon let’s play!We’ll stand for justice,Save the day! The robbers can be black folk,Underlings,Who always seem to get away With some damn thing, Not planned by meOr by my heirs,Let’s see them try itIf they dares. We can hit a targetMake it dropThat’s what makes us Such great cops. A target’s a targetAm I right?NoContinue reading “Cops and Robbers”

No Difference

No differenceBut another day,Yet, if you blewThe dust away,You’d see the splendorFrom the gray,And kneel beforeIts light. Same cerealIn same old bowl,And what exactly Was your goal?To not turn toA kitchen troll,But energize The fight. Same samenessIs the product of,The safety netYou stand above,Securely fits youLike a glove,And keeps awayThe night. But oh, the EarthShinesContinue reading “No Difference”

For Those Who Slander Time

For those who slander time and I am one,The needs you seek are ever out of view,Your happiness lies fallow in the sun,While hours hurry down the avenue. Time doesn’t care the way you wear your hat,Nor seek to find out who your lover is,Give it weight and weighty goes to bat,And everydays just vanishContinue reading “For Those Who Slander Time”

A Little Piece of Death

Take a little piece of deathEverywhere you ride.It makes the journey much more real,Can be a point of pride. Yes, that’s my death, remember I am mortal so are you.Delight in this conundrumIn everything you do. When you ride the roller coasterAnd take heart-pumping breaths,Hold tightly in your pocketTo your little piece of death. ItContinue reading “A Little Piece of Death”

Old Woman Lived in a Shoe

     Illustration: Khorshed Dubash There was an old womanWho lived in a shoe,Her social securityHadn’t come through.The government told herIt had no more bread,She whipped them all soundlyAnd sent them to bed.   The House That We Built These are the citizens all forlorn,Who heard politicians tooting their horns,And judged the celebrity with theirContinue reading “Old Woman Lived in a Shoe”

Barry, Barry Quite Contrary

Barry, Barry quite contrary, Diagnoses grow With MRIs and IV ties And little docs all in a row. Second-guessing God’s design, Disregarding fact, It’s a surprise to no one You’re a hypochondriac. When will meds behave themselves, Do just what you tell, Instead of just make money for the Pharmaceuticals. When you search outside yourselfContinue reading “Barry, Barry Quite Contrary”

I’m a Little Teapot

I’m a little teapotShort and stout,Last night I was MosesSpeaking on the Mount,Increasingly these episodesAre what I am about,Don’t tip me overI’m filled with doubt. Frere Jacques Frere Jacques visits his rich brother. They have a lovely dinner and drink so much wine that Jacques falls asleep. His brother has to leave, but before heContinue reading “I’m a Little Teapot”