APoetryRejectionReply

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by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, October 26, 2011 at 10:09am


APoetryRejectionReply

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This is apparently written. This is seemingly a submission. It might have won a price. It is supposed to be first place. It could have would have should have taken the poll position in the race. It smells like a lime burger cheese. The shoulder of the ham. The aftermath of the sneeze. A broken pipeline leaves no nose alone and this is sewing fishing line to rods reels. Yes, Rod is reeling at this is news to him. They took the negroes off the boat from Plymouth Rock they unloaded them at ParisMontebank and sold only a few of the ones who had not eaten from the scurvy for the powder in the bisquit sacks was only wormy. They dismanteled the Atomic Bomb the one they kept from World War Three the Cold one it was under wraps at Amarillo Proving ground they kept the core interim for a while. The recycled remains to be seen. Eye wept for the slave not the slaver was rich not the poor beggar who lived from the trip he was docile a non entity a good worker worth any price. They seldom lived until they died. Eye deserve my broken tooth for eye was white once upon a time. A small thin suffering part of Jesus in my mouth how lucky it seems now that Saint Anthony has chosen me to die in the Streets of San Antonio alive and hurt no one to come to help me but the unseen GOD. Sleep and dream of love.


Sleep and Dream of Love

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Homeless on bed on Street
There is too many addicts and users and drinkers too many crack users addicted too many winoes for one small downtown area the Bus Line brings them to you they walk from alleys and trash bins to clog the arteries of this city they beg for money and free cigarettes whilst pantomiming for all the other things they seek the crack for the pipes in the basement is locked the office will not see them all they need money the 666 is scrawled on all the important self grandiose citizens eye saw walk in clean clothing but they need money or a smoke or a drink or a crack rock or a crack stone like SHEEN iff they pay more they get a better buzz those rocks make a noise when they hit the pipe it goes CRACK eye guess that’s where they got the namme. Like wineo from wine and alcoholic from any old thing they drink a lot of it and some of them still stink even after the free wash from the terrible storm they are trying to sleep at the Church is calling them Cops downtown they are evicting them from every doorway and back alleyway now. Sure it bothers me sometimes eye get too many of them around me further out near the freeway and then its hard to sleep with so many of them crazy homeless all around me eye only wish the City would be more tolerant of the elder older men who do not smoke or crack or drink we need our doorway and our sleep we need more places in the storm to be. Just challenged for the space to live but keep the drunks away it might be a good idea for SAPD to carry lots of those breathalyzer things that tell them iff the person has been drinking make them blow the thing and take them with you to the Jail iff they fail the test let them sleep in the holding tank four hours is the limit for a drunk it might stop some of them from being downtown.

Bigot

Bigot
BIGOT
Photo bucket REMOVED this PICTURE
it was a Klansman in Robe
arms uplifted
in front of a
BURNING CROSS
There is a reason we do not let the colored vote here down south. They would win the election hands down. Let me explain this biased white thinking. You get the colored vote box. Lock them in the basement. Then we get the boxes we rigged up counting all the dead people in all the little cemetery's all around the town. James Brown and Jonny Dolittle and Tommy Thompson Gun and little Jinny Dickens. Polite Society WHITE names. NO black names here like Doctored Dree. We putt Malcom Powder in our white soap dishes then THE X on the ballot. The Jacksonion institution is boarded up the plantation x is closed. It is almost Halloween we all dress like Ghosts in big white sheets with hoods and lidded lifeless eyes. Possession is nine tenths of the law and eye got mine. We burn crosses on black lawns after five oclock we run from black to house and black once more we fill the town with fun and vote for white indangered folk we vote from nine to five. We prime the ballot box with water from the tap then soak them until dawn no one can read the colored votes they been there wet too long. We fill our ballots up with homemade votes all white and ready to be counted slick backed hair in buzz cuts and chew in all our glasses lipstick on the collar and thumbprints on the tumbler giving states evidence for late opinions just go behind the curtain and cast your white votes. You will come away with the certain feeling that now you are a Bigot.