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I think I’m a professor.

There are times when I profess,

that am I confessor

when there’s something to confess.

I used to be a better

when I went to place my bets.

But now I am a debtor,

because of all my debts.

Lost my job as a broker,

because I just went broke.

And now the ultimate joker,

since my life became a joke.

Referred to as a boozer

since I can’t avoid the booze,

But I am not a loser…

I have nothing left to lose.

I Saw the Queen at Taco Bell

I saw the Queen at Taco Bell on a Sunday afternoon.

Being served a Coke and a Burrito Supreme

by a man in a tall, furry hat,

 a rifle polished on shoulder slung.

Why here?

She saw the question through my

upraised eyebrows.

“Love was killed in a palace

built of stone and wood.

Appearance, that finely-dressed fascist,

stifled freedom with a boot to the neck.

I am finding freedom in a burrito.

So here I am, but I brought protection with me.

Thank you, Reginald.  Could you bring me

some taco sauce please?  Hot.”

And so went the furry hat and rifle - 

hunting condiments.

On that Sunday afternoon, I had just attended

a church

built of stone and wood.

So I sat down at my table,

bowed my head,

thanked God,

for a burrito.

  

The Sun is in a Precarious Spot

The sun is in a precarious spot

            hardly hanging on,

            sickly shining on,

            fading fast,

            trying to turn

                        off.

And here we walk on dirty streets.

And here we breathe in bus fumes.

I look at my hands

dirty like the gutter.

Everything meets the horizon - running or falling - too fast.

The Moon takes her spot suspended

above the rooftops.

She looks older than she is.

Like a whore overused…

                        by poets’ pens.

Her and i will die together one day –

            after Mr. Sun collapses

            in a crashing cacophony.

Ours will be silent.

drag me

This one is different.  I assigned my poetry class to the task of attempting to write a style of poem called a villanelle.  It is tough to do, and this is my attempt number 1.

drag me

Drag me into your love before i fall

Upon my knees to draw blood from the scrapes,

Upon the unclean hands Mercy enthralls.

Instead of giving in i tried to stall,

And the voice of defiance: it escapes.

Drag me into your love before i fall.

Do not refrain from sending down the call,

Amid the scoffing laughter and the japes,

Upon the unclean hands Mercy enthralls.

There is no sin surpassing others all,

it is us guilty of murders and rapes.

Drag me into your love where i may fall.

To stand up straight i do not have the gall.

The only hope is you to send some Grace

Upon the unclean hands Mercy enthralls.

I cannot move unless it is to crawl.

Shame like a robe across my shoulder drapes.

Drag me into your love where i may fall

Upon the unclean hands Mercy enthralls.