Paperboy and more

Love in all forms. 

we’ve come a long way. 

still so much we need to know, 

for we really haven’t grown

into something better

survival for what?

trash,

poison, 

Nature, 

agendas, 

needs. 

things we have kept, 

destroyed,

and used

until they fill our temporary voids

to begin

once more. 

small pink dress, 

torn stockings, 

wigs, 

blood,

a white man calling a colored skin man

nigger, 

life 

death

we choose to treat

one another

like strangers 

not brothers

fear of being different

fear of loss

installed like an app

in our programs

abandoned

to be kept lost. 

loathing

in the heat, 

with sweat to drip down our foreheads

creating a map

with today’s journey.

I can feel death taking over

her while she lies on my chest

with each purr,

slowly fading into rest.

The wind is blowing

the sun to set

slowly allowing 

tuesday’s night

to rise

without regret.

 

As my thumbs press down on the glass

words keep forming on the other side

tap tap tap

whatever happened to paperboys?

this virtual world

disconnect

from our own feelings

how can you ever expect

to feel

to express

the meaning

of what truly

moves you?

 

I’m not sure 

what is written

will make any sense

however small

differences are made

daily.

shared through thoughts

ideas

space

time

I hope 

you too

will feel 

all is well. 

clear

calm

collected

just breathe. 

Tomorrow will come

with new obstacles

to jump

with

heed.

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