put on my green hat
and went outside to sit
in the shade of the blues
watching the orange of day hue
to not an uncertainty
but to an unveiled reality
raining down on dehydrated
hope suckling on sagging breasts
refusing to be void of nourishing faith
dripping from the cistern
of redeeming resurrection
raising the tides of redemption
in the shadowed valley
pursuing death with the flow of life
piercing the night of defeat
with the light of coming victory
riding in the black warrior chariot
shooting fiery arrows into the trojan
horse of political deceit
crashing...crashing...like jericho walls
of the "takers" and the "took its"
sinking into the productivity
of their chalk-colored flowing bowels:
the blues having had its way
i tipped my green hat to the rising moon
and went back into the freedom house
and sat down and started planning
new strategies for the coming liberation---
blues can't get any better than this...