Dark Rooms Where The Smoke Rose
Curled slaves such as I
..anger, fear, and spite!
…and then the numbness of the night
drifting in
like dust from the harbor
here in New York City
…or further south in Norfolk
where slavery is
a more darkly rooted tradition
in that African Diaspora
which more rightly made a nation of Jazz seekers!
One way or the other
a nation of people born to run away
and be caught
-up by money
and chained down
to a factory job
and a religion
of prohibition
and speak-easies
…dark rooms where the smoke rose
and deals were cut
for Democracy…
The Populist Right
The election of the century!
Dinosaurs raging on volcanic fires.
The flippant end
of all money, all trees
…cards and posters we might send
like scurrying bees
in our mindless work
and our pointless desires!
But of course there is honey
dripped by angels in the sky
on the great TV
….for a reason
as to why.