Mother used cedar-wood window sills
to hang my clothes in Mr. Landall's mansion
2 miles south of Granny's Market
Mr. Rogers and Mr. Milton
would stand on descending concrete steps
singin'
YANKEE DOODLE DANDY
for my brother and me
and though they were pink and old
I never saw any association of discontent in their
words I am a black person
or African American you may say
yet my friends
back then like the smell of sun dried clothes
on the ceder-wood window sills in my room
were mostly of a nice touch
a good smell in my nostrils
a silent smile
fans of universality
and to my surprise
hidden
from the common disdain
of the incivility of 1965.
A BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF MAN
branded by the sun
a litter of potential good sustained
lying spliced and red
bleeding for the sake of bleeding
their praise is the unisex of finality
burning smelt
lifting sulfuric vapors to my nose
pinching my putrid breath
annulled is the finch in taxonomies
foolish separations
I'd rather watch the movement of the coffee
black meddling with cream
revealing my delight and your envy
man is a big horn
gifted but loud
slurs in one hemisphere
and compassion in the other
ALL IN ALL
creamy assertions
pervious
delightfully of good tastes
Autumn stings the lonely the
only begotten sons and daughters
who are left with the changing heats of the leaves
the air the water the songs of the winds
let us break bread and drink wine the lonely cry
to their shadows
all the while the inhabitants of social societies
drink and vilify the dragons who breathe
a heated change
the voices of rogue leaders
rouge prophets and friends
not of yours or mine
but of all in all
that intertwines
