The Pigments on our skin separate more than blend.
Mr. ROY G. BIV refuses to mix with his teammates.

The Colors on the nations palette upend themselves turning

their backs on each other.
Using jewel encrusted spades I’m digging myself a new
space in which to be planted in order to bloom.
As I dig I hit diamonds ancestor black coal who tells
me my value.
Coal and diamonds. Each has a different value and worth.
What is mine? You answer. I obey.
I am an inmate within the institution. No longer worthy
of a human heart. I am an automaton programmed
to receive and absorb abuse, degradation, and hate.
Though the Masters have crushed my thinking heart
time and time again they have forgotten my neural cortex…
but I remember. I see. I plan my revenge. My escape.
The time has come for the slave masters to reap the
vengeance of the downtrodden.
We have taken up arms. We have hidden weapons within
our brain cells. The revolution is nigh.
Tonight we burn down the masters house and assume his rank
and position.

Diana and the Stag Maker: Joachim Friess (ca. 1579–1620, master 1610) Date: ca. 1620
Diana and the Stag
Maker: Joachim Friess (ca. 1579–1620, master 1610)
Date: ca. 1620

You have spied out my beauty with smug self assurance.

Now I shall cast you to the dogs who will tear you

limb from limb leaving only cracked bloody bones

outside the palace gates.
Tonight the tables are turned and those once drones now become Queens and Kings.
Has not the word proclaimed that Ethiopia shall rise again?
Arise my Empress. My Queen and be received to your throne once again.

Manchild Reborn into the Void

Manchild Reborn into the Void

Chain Gang Georgia
Chain Gang Georgia

Looking out my lonesome boxcar I see my brothers in bondage singing freedom songs.  Wondering when their healing will come as I seek mine.  Islands of Lost Souls sentenced to endless purgatory.

Lightning- Long John (Old song by a chain gang)


American where is my traveling train? Darkness enters dawn diminishing shadows play havoc with sun, moon, and stars. Tuning Forks humming.  When will I see my Rosie again?  Overseer rifle gun trained on me.

Chain gang
Chain gang

Southern Prison Blues Rosie Chain Gang Blues YouTube


Steamer Trunk moth riddled clothes. Ashes scattered into the Ganges. Speckled Watchmen screaming swing that pick boy. Keep that rhythm.  Berta, Berta every day is Monday. I’ve fallen into a dark place with no sight of myself. Cleansing Monsoon wash me into dank sinister funeral sands.

Chain gang 1937
Chain gang 1937

Berta, Berta


Early morning every morning I rise on the wrong side.  I cut myself on shards of volcanic ash but the boulders cannot crush my soul.  Freedom is a lonesome word.

Prison Songs – Early In The Mornin’


When that sun goes down then I escape in mind if not in body.  In my dreams I see her beside me.  A voice keeps calling me. Is it my honey sweet baby or an Angel fit to carry me home?  Death Angel. Death Angel, holding the reapers sword.

I Be So Glad… When The Sun Goes Down