poetry – Page 7 – Fried Chicken & Philosophy

May 24, 2017January 20, 2020 czvasser Fried Chicken, Handstands

Tiny

In a world full of
little people I admit
I am minuscule.

May 23, 2017May 23, 2017 czvasser Fried Chicken

Nothing Else

I stood
over the deep end
and realized
I could walk on water

Sand filled nostrils
concrete feet
doused
consumed by backdrafts
I watch sparrows soar
my wings furled

Nothing to do
with love or pain
no nature notes
or color commentary
no promises
simple transgression

Seeds sown
grass grown
tame wild flowers
cats in herds
maybe your hand in mine
Nothing else

May 5, 2017 czvasser Fried Chicken, Morning Coffee

Through the Trees

Through the trees
bonfire bright
did you see the flames

Log upon log
tinder and my tender heart
waiting watching

The flames flame then
die wood
becomes embers
stirred by branched memories

Lights at tunnels end
leading to conclusions
that do not fruit

Sunrise slithers
among the smoke
choking the last glow
of you and me
leaving the residue
of tearless goodbyes.

Morning Coffee

Bill Paying

Being a black man is a bill that shows up every month that you have to pay and the vig is outrageous.

Singing

You taught me why the caged bird sings she said as she walked out the door.

The Greatest Commandment

The Second Commandment, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” There is no other commandment greater than [this] these’” (Mark 12:28-31)

Yes you are. When you look at African culture hair has always defined who we are. From the braids of one tribe to the shaved heads of another to mud or cloth wraps hair has always been a statement about culture and who we are.

White Tie, Top Hat and Tails

Gladys Bentley was an over the top original when that wasn’t a popular thing to be. Performing in her signature White Tie, Top Hat and Tails she was so, so cool and bending a lot more than gender.

Bass Reeves

Bass Reaves: The Real Lone Ranger.

The Wells of America

Those who drink the water should never forget those that dug the wells.

Billie Holiday

“You can be up to your boobies in white satin, with gardenias in your hair, and no sugar cane for miles, but you can still be working on a plantation.” — Billie Holiday

Game Changer

“You have and always will change the game, so why are you concerned with their retelling who won the last hand. It’s not history that’s important it’s your next roll of the dice, the next turned card. Stop playing with their marked deck”.

Casualty

I was a soldier before I should have been. I’ve fought wars and been left for dead. A prisoner all my life. I’ve been MIA and I am a casualty yet still I rise.