Spring Sing Outspoken
Featured Spoken Word Artist
Super
when I was 9
I moved across town to the hills
where coyote howls and 2 am train whispers
mingle in cool Bay Area breeze
there was a fence around my neighborhood
separating civilization
from wilderness
when I was 12
I wanted the super power to transform
to become a coyote on a whim
to howl howl howl in the wind
and jump the fence
between civilization and wilderness
but when i was 14
reckless howls became blood curdling threats
ethereal train whistles, blood freezing screeches
I learned to love the fence
I once despised
I learned to fear the wilderness and coyotes on the other side
I learned to fear the wilderness on the other side
I learned to fear the other side
I learned to fear
the superpower I wanted changed
from lupine transformation to lupine subjection
I wanted to super power tame the beasts
tame Them
when I was 19
evenings changed from grassy slopes to college dorm rooms
from haunting whistles and coyote howls
to thumping Thursday night bass
or 2 am poker sessions
and I realized I’d become what
I wanted at 12 and feared at 14
howling laughter roving Roebling
wilderness under LA moonlight
dancing on stolen land and blood-red bricks
Now I’m 22,
and back home
I walk well worn walks
seeing with new eyes, hearing with new ears
and hoping for a totally new power super
the power to speak with them
not become-subjugate-eliminate them
but to talk
what’s a coyote party like?
is coyote-pack howling like carpool karaoke?
do the winters still get cold and wet?
how's the other side of the fence
how's the other side?
Sanctimonious Stone Ears
Comments whiz pass like polite bullets
at UN meeting for Myanmar
Republican Elephant tusk and Democratic donkey dick
passing like ships in the night
Platitudes about peace simply aimed to appease,
but never to fix economic inequalities
Looters and Proud Boys pounding proud chests
megaphones don’t help when no one listens
Though seeing, they do not see
Though hearing, they do not hear
Who isn’t a Pharisee these days
Sometimes
my sanctimonious stone ears
construe bird song as bird screech
missing the beauty in each note
Sometimes
my sanctimonious stone ears
hear mama’s concern as angry need for control
ignoring the sacrifices she’s made to raise me
Sometimes
my sanctimonious stone ears
interpret my words as the only words that matter
disregarding that I am in everyone, and everyone is in me
But sometimes my sanctimonious stone ears clatter to the floor
True listening shattering my hardened heart
shattering the shackles of division
shattering tribalism to reveal human unity
So I eat with the sinner and sing with the saint
Sowing seeds
which I can only water, but never make grow
Seeds,
Which turn stone to mud
and mud to flesh
Flesh that hears
Each note of birdsong
Each sacrifice momma made
Each word of your mouth as my own
which sprout new life and true understanding