Sunday, March 27, 2011

Leaning on a traffic meter

Leaning on a traffic meter
we shared a pint of gin.
He was old and we were drunk.
We laughed and stumbled,
in the whirlpool of a drunken night.
Suddenly recalling our stumble
into each others smiling eyes.
We asked each other what was going on,
blacks and whites gone wrong.
A question seldom voiced,
to our colored opposite most able to answer.
We parted and I did not forget
the smile in our eyes.

Matthew W. Tippett  1993

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

 GOOD MORNING AMERICA

we are not sure at this time what happened in the middle east
last night.
the censors aren't done yet.

does it make much difference
when the richest nation in the world's children are afraid to
face up to their selves.

how long ago were the chinese run over by tanks?

but my dinner was from thailand
the shrimp was fresh

in Europe peasants still share the same bowl for dinner.
all the food in one pot, and the family coming to share.

I ate a bagel this morning
and leftover thai food.

and kids smoked dope before they left  for school this
morning

the press actually tries to bring skeletons out of peoples closets

and we all drive big cars,
and if we have a conscience,
we drive cars that don't use much gas.

in china they share bikes
in there is a bike out in front of the building when you leave you
have a ride to the next building
in america you have to schedule and ask a child to clean their room
in  some places even in america people don't know what a vacuum is

the college boards are not exams that mean a whole hell of alot.
but people often compare the amount of beer that they can drink
when they have nothing else to do.

we are bored because we stopped thinking years ago

Copyright 2011 Matthew Ward Tippett