mud pies, wild onions
and Jews and their candy kins
untopped foundation
a neighbor astray ...
follow the leader
and find a new leader
and where is my leader?
we're lost
we just play ...
and guiltless we play
as children do play
until one man leader
has something to say ...
with rifles, dead bunnies
and stew for a day
and you for a day
until wedding day
the sad wedding day ...
but he's mine
he's mine
and he can't go away
and he won't go away
we just play
we still play
and those boys and their guns
and one robbing away
and he does go away
and he's follow the leader
a boy and his toy gun
a teen and his candy store
going astray
and at someone's command
used his weapon that day
through my own daddy's head
one straight bullet ... he's dead
and I loved him
I loved him
he can't go away
and he won't go away
'cause I died with you, daddy ...
you can't go away
no, don't judge
just a boy
a poor black ignorant slave boy
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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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