The Washing Away

Backstory: I conceived this piece circumnavigating Mackinac Island on bikes with the Son Unit and the Queen Peace, as I wondered how we got stuck on this timeline with the Juvenile Geriatric Wannabe Mad King and his malevolent minions.

*A day at the office by way of serving a life sentence on Earth*.
*(The Pa and Son Adventures)*

Shonuff
This Patterson Swag
is mighty,
right on time
and indefatigable…
flowing like water on shores
that will be had,
despite the reality
that some will be mad…
call foul and pour salt
while others
will be apt
to applaud,
as it ain’t a mirage
that this blood
is young amid
the profundity
of ignorance posing
as greatness.

The catacombs
where the mighty
roamed
by way of
trails unsullied
by the wicked
and despicable

Them ones, ol’ bums

like my Bigmama used to say…

those who ain’t never
gon’ be loved… or…

America as the haunted house…
facts and research
don’t support
Ignorance and lies,
ain’t hard to surmise
projection as protection
for inferiority

Faceless, armored and anonymous…
when complexity can’t be digested,
the hungry will scavenge through the scraps of conspiracies for nourishment.