Next Day the Same

These are strange but familiar walls.

Invite me in after I've been cordial & proper in my introductions.

I enter to feel the comfort from the color that falls on me. Changing

as if in a mood ring wrapped around me. Tight on my reach.

I take off running down hallways.

Pausing to notice my pace,

and then picking it up where I left it at the door where I entered.

Did I rush to proceed is not the question I ask myself.

I thought it patience that allowed me passage.

Yet just as politely, I'd press on,

with no payment.

As follows the path of the nomad wordsong painter.

Perhaps forgiven as a pirate on pillage

but I never found the booty.

So I slumbered, hailed

God, and set sail

into the afternoon soon.

The parades & drums are for the bride

not the groom.

First A Man

Thumbnail to the farthest outreach of little finger. Lefty. Hefty.

Under Sunlight exposing them all.

In fours counted them over in threes.

Scent of the seas on the breeze, and I know each of their funk by name.

Counted them in 2's.

Counted as their eyes mounted.

But I am not the pope, nor his successor.

Crowned in dreams bridged to dreams of Me 1 of 3. My tree.

Seed needs fertile soils and untilted fields to grow.

Till then I was there to plow and shovel snow,

and now here I sow the message.

Aim for their necks, sides backs.

"Peace on her back lain."

Do you to the front intimidate by brown skin alone?

Seven mile and Livernois in your pupils glare fire?

Silent insanity on deck in case they don't get it. You don't forget it.

Sorted out in strong words on long lines,

but what when times bring them at you like scenes you've studied? Here alone?

There's the throne. They will charge. On gaurd soldier stay there.

Don't expect they will play fair.

Swifter, I am. Stick shifter, am used to driving

since 15, 14 watching.

Lessons in life upon me now,

drips from my brow the confusion and immediate confrontation of culture unknown.

But not that much.

Counted them each in 4's & 3's. Seven I sees.

Aim for their knees. Move. Point to prove.

Precious life. I can't lose.

But I am not the rope nor the bull caught in the lasso.

Right over strong arm still.

Wrist gleam, mug mean. Charm set to kill.

But she is not mine, and days yet weeks left undefined.

Portraits of power in mind,

Father help this inclined young anxious soul to know his role.

Protected I'd appear to have been keeping who?

For I am not a dope, & my position cannot be neglected, nor suggested.