Comfort
The moment this
Bastard comes around
I start
Waiting for
Everything to
Collapse around
Me
“Oh don’t be that way”
Comfort says “let's go buy some
wine and laugh
all night”
“you jerk I bet someone’s
waiting to knife me outside”
“maybe”
says comfort
then giggles
I dress and step
CAREFULLY out
My door
No one is out there with
A knife
I make it to the store
Get the wine
Make it back
Without
Anything
happening
Comfort is waiting
for me glass in hand
“why won’t you
leave?” I ask
“cause you worry too much”
“I only worry cause
of your ass”
I pour us a drink
Comfort
gulps his
down smiling
at me
No bono
Outside the
Courtroom
We wait for
The public
Defenders
And I must
Say most
Of us look
Like we need
Defending
We are unwashed
Tired looking
Beat down
Depressed
We are the
Public
We got into
A little
Trouble
We need
Defending
But the defenders
Are taking
Their sweet
Time getting
To us waiting
For pretrial in
Department S9
Stomach gurgling
Top ramen is a
Poor substitute
For dinner on
Most nights
Some cops mob
Up and herd us
Across the
Stairway
Because some
Prisoners are
Being escorted
To the courtroom
The fuzz tell
Us not to
Interact or
Stare
I take a
Quick peek
4 men in
Green jumpsuits
Legs and wrists
Chained shuffle
Slowly along
As folks whisper
Amongst themselves
And the chains
Sing to each other
Once they're in we
Go back to
Our spots
None of us
Will probably
End up in
Chains today
But the way
Things are
Going you
Can never
Tell
Sign of the times…
Me and my wife
Mic we’re heading
To our car from
The store when
A car pulls
Up real fast
To the stop
Sign and the
Passenger
Gets out
Drops her
Shorts and
Starts shaking
Her ass just
While the
Driver is
Getting out
Of the car
Busts out
His phone
And starts
Recording
We look at
Each other
And then
At them as
He films
And spanks
Her ass as
She continues to
Twerk, twerk
Twerk
I’m confused
Mic says it’s
Probably
Some Tik-Tok
Thing
I nod in
Affirmation
Then we get
In the car
Sign of times
I say
Mic
shrugs
I guess
She’s
Already
Past it
I wonder
When
I’ll
Be
Television
In the big break
Room at work
There multiple
TVs on the walls
And for some
Reason a psycho
Always has
a couple of
Them tuned
Into the news
It was verboten
For us to change
The channel or
Even touch
The tv's so
We all tried to
Ignore them
as best
We could
Today though
The president
Was on the tv
And the volume
Was turned up
Louder than
Usual
Somebody must
Really hate
Us
The president
Said his patience
Was running
Thin w/those
Of us who won’t
Get injected
He looked good
On the tv in
1080p
His mouth only
Slightly glistened
From where they
Must’ve recently
Wiped the
Drool
They have his
Stuttering down
From several
Dozen times
To a couple
Of dozen times
The president
Looked pressed
And cleaned
Like a suit
fresh from
the cleaners
there he is
the most
popular
president
in US
history
80 million
votes reading
teleprompter
threats to the
American
People
Sometimes we
Get exactly
What we
Deserve
the shrug of life
I was wandering around the streets
Of Long Beach somewhat drunk
While my friends were at a
Concert at the Long Beach Arena
I didn’t have any money so
I couldn’t go to the show
I just came along for the
Spice rum that would
Be drank and pot that
Would be smoked on the way
With them gone though
I was left on my own broke
A little cold shuffling around
Those streets
I was on my way to the hotel
Across the street from the
Arena after being kicked
Out of several bars for
Loitering when I passed
A man who looked about
Fifty or so whose face was
Covered with blood
None of that bothered
Him though he just
Stood outside watching
Cars go by
His clothes weren’t
Torn or messed up
In fact, they looked
Cleaner than mine
His grey hair was
All over the place
Some hanging in his
Face mixing with the
Blood
I stopped walking and
Watched him for a few
Minutes as he watched
The cars
He didn’t notice
Or just ignored me
Then two ladies who
Were walking their
dog come up
They look at the man
And ask him if he’s
All right
He shrugs
They ask him how he
Got the blood on his
His face he says
Got beat up
Matter of factly
They ask the man
If he’d like them
To phone for help
He shrugged again
So, the ladies got
out their cell phone
dialled 911 told
The operator
About the man etc
And hung up
They asked the man
If he wanted them to
Stay until help came
He shrugged
So, they stayed
The dog came
Up to the man and
He petted it smiling
All the while
Demond J Blake is a warehouse associate who has travelled the country working odd jobs, writing and meeting various artists, musicians and nonconformists living life on the fringes of society. He lives in Colton, CA with his wife and teenage son. Demond is currently seeking publication for an essay collection entitled 'The Spiritual Matrix', 'The ______ Generation: Slackass' his first novel and 'Pay Me the Penny After' his first collection of poetry.
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