Muscle Poems

Waking up is like digging up

The stubborn hollow ground.

With comfy shoes we walk on it around.

Around the issues. Around the rules

Before we have a chance to review

The mistakes that made our country good.

 

If you ask if you’re complacent,

Just the question says you’re not.

You were only sleeping, only sleeping.

You are only being what you’re taught.

 

I fell asleep to when I felt alive.

Somehow safety and recovery

Are exchanges for a life.

 

Like white men who never save

The chance to grow again.

She wears white

Like the pink bubble she’s in.

 

With no shovel, only the barest of feet

The poor make beds of soil in which to sleep

In the concrete of the motels, houses,

And churches of the street.

 

Of those who’ve paid their dues

Our eyes won’t catch the sight

With eyes wide open only you can see the Light.

Returning to reality,

Our color gathers in only One hue.

Love will see no other Truth.