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In memory of Dambudzo Marechera

I could have been your friend
But never was I, because we lived in different spaces,
Both in time and intellectuality

I wish I was what I intended to do,
And be the one the world would love and cherish
Sadly, I was an idiot then but not now anymore.

Anyway, let it be. One day, you will say,” he was a great man.”
And I would say, “He was not a stupid.”
I made many wrong decisions.

Long Nails

A guy told my mom
I won't cross 13
why
thirteenth child
first seven dead
at birth or about

later another one said
I will return from heaven
I did in 77

all kept guessing
but as many say
100 years live I may

Covid's exemption is needed today
then I will live to breathe another day
come what may

Forgetmenot

Even when I die some day
certainly not today its passed away
but could be another auspicious day
one day
some day
you all could say

Only Bob Dylan Is Bob Dylan

the poet sits on a dark park bench
drinking mad dog 2020 with a drunk
a crumpled penthouse invite
in his pocket
the clever ones complain
while drinking champagne
impressed with themselves for changing
poetry's worn out face:
when metaphors could be understood
they were no good
the drunk never puts another
in his place
this man of the streets got the beat
he knows all carts and cargo weigh the same
he sits with just one face his red eyes watching
those hard-yoked eyes have seen it all before

Only Bob Dylan Is Bob Dylan

the poet sits on a dark park bench
drinking mad dog 2020 with a drunk
a crumpled penthouse invite
in his pocket
the clever ones complain
while drinking champagne
impressed with themselves for changing
poetry's worn out face:
when metaphors could be understood
they were no good
the drunk never puts another
in his place
this man of the streets got the beat
he knows all carts and cargo weigh the same
he sits with just one face his red eyes watching
those hard-yoked eyes have seen it all before

Only Bob Dylan Is Bob Dylan

the poet sits on a dark park bench
drinking mad dog 2020 with a drunk
a crumpled penthouse invite
in his pocket
the clever ones complain
while drinking champagne
impressed with themselves for changing
poetry's worn out face:
when metaphors could be understood
they were no good
the drunk never puts another
in his place
this man of the streets got the beat
he knows all carts and cargo weigh the same
he sits with just one face his red eyes watching
those hard-yoked eyes have seen it all before

North Coast Heroes

We travelled up the Northern California Coast
Raining so much the roads filled with water;
headed to Fort Ross, our November destination

You held my hand all the way

Water to the floorboards, a highway landslide,
liquid, muddy and indifferent
Nothing was said as we exhaled our alarm

I held your hand tighter

I Fell And Cannot Get Up

I wished for some flower many times
Pure and simple and potent - just fine
At last it was legal and some came my way
I recall the afternoon to this day

The hungry horrors had so struck me
The fridge was in sight - ice cream soda on my mind
So I wavered over for some feed but gee
Slowly I sunk to the floor gently on my behind

I fell and cannot get up but so what?
I’ll just sit here and enjoy the view
That warm feeling persisted throughout my butt
Do you know what I mean, do you too?

Ancient Rock

Sacred rock of old,
Snake carvings,
Like footprints bold,
Of ancestor’s soul.

Ancient winds whisper,
Flowing over,
Caressing the mind,
Calming the senses.

Hearing the bay,
As waves,
Fight the land,
A never-ending battle.

Sacred fire crackles,
Nearby,
Calling the spirits,
Of clans nearby.

Fragrant smell of,
Sage and pine,
Blissfully calming,
Awakening the senses.

Where Eternity and Infinity Meet LOVED BY JESS

Many serious thoughts
cross one’s mind
when the need draws
some say it's normal,
just wait

others shed tears
what will happen
when I'm no more

who shall whack my back
as I whine
who will say a bloody good man divine
who will laugh and shout aloud,
gone is the self wallowing clown

Justice Opens Her Eyes

give me your misfits your lonely your lost
give me the souls who have paid unfair cost
give me the strange ones the pushed out the odd
give them to me don't just leave them to God
give me leave to include them not exclude them please
for i've been one of these

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