TIll Four

To: Stephanie

six and a half months to go
Hell is DC in the winter time
carrying contraband past those borders
one man justice force of the rules
Ba Ba better not try to check
lest he be one member short of a team
gremlins eatin their way into
My sanity
gotta count to ten
MIND SCREAMS
It’s not working!
whack whack whack whack
temporary
silence
momma’s angels sitting in desks
teacher done gone loosened the ropes
and the little natives aren’t circling the bonfire
but teachers still burning
CAN’T STEP FROM THE FLAMES TILL FOUR
attentions shift to the class at hand
temporary insanity no longer the plea
As one little gremlin walks from the clearing smoke
Ms Stephanie are you coming to our house
Overtime clock chimes
when homework time comes
McDonald’s is hiring
pays more, less work, better benefits comes to mind
best to answer one said child with a yes and a smile
and remember one said Daddy is one of your best friends

To Feel Good

To: Selma (Rose)
where: Brazil (Brasil)

My thoughts wander
to the land of Brasil
to Selma I hear her
her thoughts
she dances to the sounds
of heartbeats
while tongues twist lyrically
making poems of words
her heart beats of music
that permeates
each rising breath
her sigh
a sign of relief
her heart blooms
like a rose
to gently touch
those who listen