BLACK LIVES MATTER

By Lucas Herrera

It’s the day of Sabbath and a man lies dead on the North Minneapolis concrete.

100s took the street in awe of the display that broke through a

buzzing highway and all chanted in sigh to lament the rest of this poor man

which they said was angry

“They should know better!”

What did you expect you up tight self-righteous white trooper who came down cause you probably knew the best way to handle them

The police take advantage of the shattered and broken glass and pick the pieces up and throw them in the recycling

What of brother Jamar shot down on the street like a vagrant?

You lodged a bullet packed with freedom through his brain and prolonged the end  of his life in an inferno of hope that consumed half the city

While the whole block stopped and watched

When, where then the children watching, realizing they have another reason to stay home

I remember Plymouth Ave North Minneapolis

I took it home each night on my two wheels mounted by dread and saw

A glistening starlight of frost coat the winding street

That’s where the diamonds nobody wanted cover everything

There were 51 of them who spent the night in prison

I hope Lora is okay

Thank you, so far, Mayor Hodges

But you broke out the zip ties and I wonder why you treat us this way

You had the hoses and dogs queued up for what some pig did

And you

The nerve to say you stand behind the movement

When all you really want to do is get home

You can wait 2 hours for now going 500 years

You can wait 2 hours for 76,759 killed in the Syria conflict

11 thou of them children

You would wait 2 hours for the 126 dead in Paris

But the only thing I can’t make apparent is when the 776 people killed here in your homeland don’t merit a wait list. But you’re behind it?

The blood soaks this wretched soil now turned sour

The tears of agony from the mothers of those young men howl through the city like A demon chasing light for its own compelling

There’s no street vigil that can throw fire against the cold northern rain

You don’t give a shit about them

There is no justice

There’s no consolation

You take and take

And rake in every bit of our change and wait making light of this awful game

Freedom of speech

Freedom of speech

Freedom of fucking speech

BLACK LIVES MATTER

That Old Feeling By: Lucas Herrera

my loves belong on both coasts
and i visit sometimes but none
of me is left there
im landlocked and blue
and always dancing
cause the music is in my head
and it never stops playing
it fills the empty space within me
before me
all the more interesting
i feel those eyes and i start glowing
all wrapped up and dusty
as drunk as a poet on pay day
those moments when you know theres no going back
and the people behind windows shuffling, singing
w/o me
my tears sync with the breaths of Williamsburg as i skip away from everything
where, two true blue lenses capture my presence found there
and yet unknown
will never be the same cause
with every rain fall comes a change

That Old Feeling By: Lucas Herrera