We pay to read books –
so that someone pays
for our having paid
to read books.
We pay to teach ourselves –
so that someone pays
for our having paid
to teach ourselves.
We pay to read books –
so that someone pays
for our having paid
to read books.
We pay to teach ourselves –
so that someone pays
for our having paid
to teach ourselves.
Intelligence –
marked by those
who see
or have been shown.
But what of us
who have yet to see
with no one to show?
Your children are mine
for the eating.
Sliced and bloodied
on bread –
cytoplasmic butter.
Dedicated to Joel Kemp Sr. (1961 – 2011): Father, Writer, Entrepreneur, and Philanthropist. Rest in peace dad, maybe things can be different on the next side…
Addiction fuels us
giving purpose to our lives
until it takes them.
Dedicated to Joel Kemp Sr. 1961 – 2011. He was not blind, but a poet. This was his favorite of my pieces. Rest in peace dad. You wrote one hell of a story…
Do not tell me
what the world is like;
for the times
are more beautiful
in the darkness.
No sights of the stuck-up;
I walk chin high
in 1990′s fashion.
No hesitations
or preconceptions -
I eat, drink, and touch
on living lips.
No rushing
the ride -
counting steps
in every breath…