Kahlil Joseph does it again. Beautifully arresting.
random
smoke
she offered me hope
but all I got was smoke
and mirrors, I suppose
reflected truth all along
no one to blame but me
my fault, no receipt
nice jersey, wrong team
I should watch what I believe
smoke got in my eye
ash got in my eye
carrion
Bedside or roadside, life ebbs then subsides
Bleeding from inside, drivers all just pass by
Yesterday or previous, part of some great ‘what was’
Vultures circle up above, ashes to ashes then dust
Newborn to carrion, I mourn while I tarry some
While life ends and new pretends, I will carry on.
dawn of night
Look both ways before you cross the street
Don’t drop your left and move your feet
Mind your elders, your ma’ams and sirs
Always fear God, nice guys finish first
colic
Abundance brings me thankfulness
While famine brings me shame
Or abundance makes me forget that
I ever called on God by name.
dance just because you can
When you feel like it – dance. Even when you don’t feel like it – dance anyway.
commitment, cooperation, communication and community
This past weekend I learned that a couple of my friends ended their marriage. Divorce. Done deal. It’s all over. Kaput.
labor-less day
For as long as I can remember, I’ve spent Labor Day doing much less than labor. It’s a day of relaxing as far as I’m concerned.