Commuters
Travelers
Family-men
Traversing this cold Los Angeles morning
Speeding the streets
Pressing down on the pedal hard
Trying to avoid the rain, the fog, real-life
Panicking over an immaculate drive
The luxury car that might just meet wet weather
Runs the Redlight
Talking on a Bluetooth
Snuffs out the Black man
Rolls hard
Across the smooth grey hood
White decision decides to
Push on – unseen
Finishes off the brown mud – cold coffee
Doesn’t give a dry shite about
A Yellow light
Only the Green cost of what
Could’ve been
Didn’t care to wear Orange
A Department of Corrections jumpsuit
Clean getaway once more
The guilt is washed away
Clear
from: During the Apocalypse (2007)
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Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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