old age

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i don’t even carry my notebook with me anymore. the kids move around me too fast to give me a chance to write down our familial follies. fatherhood is a trip; a nonstop trip to japan and back. last night, after I finally put the baby to sleep, i sank into the red lazy boy with a notebook to see if I could put the pen to it. but after a long day of rearing the youngins, the lazy boy make me out to be a lazy boy. the pen drops in between the cushions with the rest of my forgotten tokens. by the end of the day I feel too sorry for myself to take my thoughts seriously. i let them flutter through my mind and I treat all my emotions as if they are fleeting. it’s the top of summertime and the longest days of the year feel like they’re filled with a few short moments. i no longer got the time to give myself credit. i don’t even carry my notebook with me anymore.

significant andvantage

The church gets all its money off taxes.
The government gets rich off your tithes.
Toxic waste dumps, they pump
hazards to keep your television alive.
My homie told me that the new age idiot box,
that he be watching is realer than real life.
We look into the graphics,
then we catch a habit,
trippin’ off MSNBC Live.
Soldiers get money going on tours.
Musicians get they dough from the War.
BET’s becoming MTV,
because they get free labor from a broad.

~KLKN

Reality by Laurie Cooper

next lifetime

i died this morning and couldn’t wake up. tossing and turning, gasping for life, i opened my eyes and found myself breathless, walking with her on the moon. among the angels. i moved to speak and her fingers rose to my mouth to hush my lips. she drifted closer to me and whispered in my ear a secret chant. she told me to remember the melody, for it was a magic spell to cast down babylon.