admired
by
the
Greeks and
the
Romans
with
her
soft
chocolate brown eyes
open wide
but
where
to
find
my
Queen
Black Athena
from
Motherland Africa

no matter which religion
no matter who you are
      in class or race or otherwise

your only goal in life
     if you are interested in our survival
is to maintain all natural resources on the globe
      fish  fowl  plants  mammals
      even human beings

if we don‘t care
we‘ll not fare well
and go to hell

full stop

light distracts me
the switch that the night brings
cajoles and attracts me,
she knows me too well.

My cell in hell will have pictures
of Bananarama on the walls
and
I'll be climbing them,
(the walls, not Bananarama)

Ideas are like buses in that
you wait for one
and ten come along
at once,

but they're in a muddle and
I struggle to find some design.

I shouldn't ought to
but I thought you
might like a read
on a Saturday and
unlike 'Zenda'
don't need to spend a
life time hid
away.

And there it is in
black on white
trying to write
when the light
distracts me.

I’m just a fading echo
of my younger self,
an empty shadow
who performs
a preordained
ballet
with a broken leg
red and inflamed.

I’m just a broken
ceramic figurine
that is beautiful
but barely seen
and seldom
appreciated
for the quality
I bring.

I’m just a Poe
and Van Gogh
tragic
romantic
poet
longing to connect
to world
that forgets
its humanity
constantly.

I’m just tired.