Almost 50 years ago John Carlos and Tommie Smith stood up for respect and change. On an Olympic podium, their gloved hands declared, while they were champions and represented American freedom, they were concerned family, friends and folks they would never meet lived in a world of second class citizenship and hate. Instead of becoming American darlings, they were stripped of their medals, their record stricken and never rewarded for the true strength and courage of their actions. Carlos and Smith suffered for us. Colin Kaepernick took a knee and suffers to remind us not enough has changed since 1968 in America.
Finding My Own Ass
There has, in the past, been some question about whether I could find my own ass with two hands. I am proud to announce, albeit with difficulty, athletic ability and practice, I can. Anyone that would like to help me find my own ass is certainly encouraged and welcomed under the new Trump-Weinstein-Cosby Doctrine. In other words, you can help me find my own ass with or without the use of drugs, intelligence, promise of promotion, fame or election. In any case, gain, stardom or political office is not implied or promised. If necessary or appropriate, just grab my ass!
How To Let Go
It will help
If you relax
The air will cool
Your fingers will
Return to obedience
Having succeeded
They will hold tight
To their pyric prize
remain passionate
Afterall
throats are more than straws
Manos de muerta
Por lo momento
Between heaven
and the sea
Should you need
To pry your fingers
From your prize
Consider it
a trophetic reflex
Nothing more
Avoid remorse
At all costs.
Fried Chicken & Philosophy 