When I leave to go to the gym
my wife has eyes of gleaming fear
that I am thinking about the
form of more than machines,
no need to worry
I am firming hers,
children circling me
on the street,
asking me for money
the woman
who stood in front
of me with her sign
while I was trying
to read the perfect
poetry of Mervyn Taylor
I have my Bible
hold yours upside down,
while military rocks
come down on
Black heads from
helicopters sent
by a weird uncle,
the world, his attic
a jokester
with the lives of others.
Author Bio:
Dennis Reed is a native New Yorker and member of the INFAMOUS Bud Jones poets. Former publications: ESSENCE, STYLE, BLACK CREATIONS, BLACK SCHOLAR, CLA and many other journals. Former Professor at Morehouse, William and Mary and Virginia Commonwealth University.
my wife has eyes of gleaming fear
that I am thinking about the
form of more than machines,
no need to worry
I am firming hers,
children circling me
on the street,
asking me for money
the woman
who stood in front
of me with her sign
while I was trying
to read the perfect
poetry of Mervyn Taylor
I have my Bible
hold yours upside down,
while military rocks
come down on
Black heads from
helicopters sent
by a weird uncle,
the world, his attic
a jokester
with the lives of others.
Author Bio:
Dennis Reed is a native New Yorker and member of the INFAMOUS Bud Jones poets. Former publications: ESSENCE, STYLE, BLACK CREATIONS, BLACK SCHOLAR, CLA and many other journals. Former Professor at Morehouse, William and Mary and Virginia Commonwealth University.
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