Dig Wayne: Three Poems

Sunday Eclogue


when the grazing lambs are coerced into uprising
only to slaughter themselves
the rapacious wolf will feed the eviscerate to its spring

then nourished on fearful blood,
glutinous seeds take root
the droste effect bounds into itself
indifferent to right or wrong

then canting charges mount bully pulpits
standing straight and tall
mouthing dross and toss
go here we again
again go we here
we go here again

but hollow oblations
return to us hollow


Daily Bread


beatin’ out my chops trying to taste a hook today

might even consider a rhyme

I put a ladder on the roof of a second story cribish in my neighborhood

climbed to the top rang

thought I’d close in on the high beams while I was up tharr

get a fresh perspective on the flows and woes of the majesties and tragedies of this organismic theory of existence

the owner called five o ‘cause I wasn’t invited to his shelter at home party

his kids thought I was soul Santa Baby come real early tryin’ to squeeze down the bricks

don’t ask me why (I don’t wear red as a rule)

I had my mask and my flask but neither one was working in my favor

I left a $65 six footer up there for the local handy man to disinfect on another day

beatin’ out my chops for a hook

made my escape bee-fo five o did show

threw a line in my front door to stir up a plot

told my kids they weren’t mine to see what they thought

“you’re lyin’ daddy – daddy don’t play like that.”

beatin’ out my chops for a hook

jumped monk with mingus for the stories they tell

I keep comin’ up short anyway

ready to take me life in me hands

my pencil is sharp but my haied is dull

maybe I’ll file for divorce in a kangaroo court

see what’s jumpin’ with that

worth a few lines of dramatic tension

beatin’ out my chops for a hook

she might call my bluff huff and puff

I’ll tell the judge that that there ain’t ma name

better yet I’ll go spit in the ocean

then drown my fool self

let the beach clad ho-dads throw me a line

gotta be a hook in that

I’ll hijack the goodyear blimp

crash it into empty dodger stadium

write my memoirs from sang sang

by hook or by crook

got a title so far


Black Is The New Black


chocolate brown skinned sister-in-law sue caramel dipped uncle
eustes coal black barber bill high yellow yvonne upstairs passing
for white alright red bone simone
half-caste hattie and all shades in between grace the melanin
palette of spiced dabs

see us now
under a light
call us up
send a message
ask how we’re doin’
only one you know?
ok, thanks
now what?
make your sign
go out in the street
make us a ceo
cast us in every role
apologize for your lethargy
“give us” our blues back
“give us” a closer look
never mind
keep it
tomorrow is another day
out of the dirt flowers grow
we gonna be a’ight

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