Doing Windows (Dedicated to my mother, Emma)
by Kenneth “Ade Yele” Pigford
I stare through the glass
dirty in a cloud of years
Wind chatters
into the ear of the night,
and is grossly misunderstood
by the clouds pushing East
I seem able to move them
across the shadows at will,
like my Christian mother
trying to see her son in limbo
The reflection is metal
shining olive-green and copper-brown,
while the rain falls steadily
on this prison’s eroded face
My fingers rub the greasy coat
that sticks like madness to the glass.
Mother (Dedicated to my mother, Emma)
by Kenneth “Ade Yele” Pigford
Wishing I was blind
feeling my eyes burn
then disappear
into my skull of regrets
Seeing her there
knowing
I will forever be
trapped beneath this quilt rock
Watching her aged exoskeleton
as it fades
all sense of Time and Reality
evades me
Emptiness
and this disease of loneliness
holding my mind captive
Your memories of me
are trapped in chains
then sold back to nature
tasting my oceanic tears
as your leather-coated hand rests
in mine
Tell me
Who do I pray to when God dies?
Prison2Grave-Pipeline
By Kenneth Pigford
confusion?
how did I get here?
what is this place
full of savages –
heroes – idiots – &
savants?
please don’t pity
me
I have always been locked-up &
boxed in
always meant to be owned
consumed
used-up & controlled
in this world
created without
unbiased reason
air or mercy
no refuge
or respect
nor savior
4 this black body
stacked and layered
with the like
entombed
in metal and concrete
decomposing
before
transforming
flowing into
blood – tears – & oil
our allegiance
is to a life chosen
by our circumstances
& genocidal ideals
correlation for some
causation ignored
for all
denied
this corruption bequested
unchanging
these prisons
cages – gulags – concentration camps
bodybags – & coffins
overflowing
with regrets &
ashes
documenting
our half-life existence
mixed & blended fluidly
with battle-scarred ambitions
waiting… hoping
with faithless reason
for justice
for our deaths
our freedom
after
our worth is exhausted
before we are permitted
to move on
and allowed
to… flow
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