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 Jun 2020 ConnectHook
july hearne
from chaz to chop
camped so cozy
all around the roadblock

faded rainbows in the crosswalk

it's too late
it took too long to matter
his enemies have yet to scatter

jenny plans to stay in her high tower
but rabid dogs now repudiate her power

(white kids, the kind who use to *******,
dragged the Black man out with his star spangled banner,
white kids, the kind who use to *******,
called him an uncle tom, a race traitor, a facist
white kids, the kind who use to burn crosses,
yelled **** trump and schooled
the Black man and his star spangled banner
on race relations, who to vote for and all the rest)

all his enemies right before they scatter
hanging rabid all around the roadblock
camped so cozy in the crosswalk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScSrli_FOh0&list=FLXopt9nnBkenZ2qfc_VCXeA&index=1
 Jun 2020 ConnectHook
Jen
Girl
 Jun 2020 ConnectHook
Jen
girl.
So small,
How men
Will always
Mislead you.
Girl.
You dress up
For work
For yourself,
Then he 
Calls you
Into his office.
His eyes on
Your chest,
Face red
And hungry.
You direct
His gaze back
To the project.
men. little men.
In suits,
With 
Little Power Sticks. 
Where
Did the 
Real men go?
The ones
That smile
And like to talk,
Will meet you
And fall
In love with 
Your smile,
And not
Your
Body,
As if 
A Cheap Commodity.

Suit, Office, Food, ***, Repeat.

Women,
Won't fall 
For 
Little men
Who
Don't care
For conversation,
All they
Want is
To **** 
You dry. 
Little men,
take girls.
A real man,
Finds a woman.
of a repeat image he did employ
which was akin to an advertisement
this being the artist's own singular ploy
did he do it for some little amusement
in galleries these very works can be seen
where they will feature an alike object
as if the viewer needed a copy screen
to understand the picture's subject
a dozen or more on the white background
they displayed a famous maker's name
who did blend the tasty liquid's abound
that was captured in a pop artist's frame
on this night I've written about the man
known far and wide for depicting a can
the queen is always
very busy
breeding
and seldom takes a
rest from her
seeding

if she didn't keep
producing more
bees
there would be few
to pollinate the
trees

her tireless efforts are
rarely if ever given a
thought
yet without her fecundity
no honey could be
bought  

we human beings should
offer our praise to the
queen
as she's never ceases her work
on the propagation
scene
 Jun 2020 ConnectHook
Bardo
She said she needed fun
   and laughter
Baby I said what you need then
Is to pull into my Gas Station
Me! I'll give you a good servicing
I'll fill you up yea! give you a good
   fueling
I'll check your oil, all your gauges
Pump your tyres and clean your   windows
Give your bodywork a nice wipe  down
I'll even shine your bonnet

You're so shiny.
Giving someone a much needed boost, an inner cleansing.
 Jun 2020 ConnectHook
july hearne
burdensome stone
burdensome stone
they can never leave this burdensome stone
alone
they would eat their own
to claim this burdensome stone
as their only own

i see you in your true form
even with your middle carved out
you believe in all your lies
maybe they are not your own
but they are still lies
policing language and thoughts
and dehumanizing the vulnerable

into gaping wounds
growing repulsive hair
even on the insides
where the depth is always lacking
and the sensation is shot
but the lies are never true

and cutting off what can never grow back
is all you  are ever compelled to do

what then, but finally realization
or just more lies

burdensome stone
burdensome stone
they can never leave this burdensome stone
alone
they would eat their only own
to claim this burdensome stone
as their eaten own
"You Got What You Wanted
Now You Don't Want What You Got"
 Jun 2020 ConnectHook
Cné
Behind the gauzy veil of dreams in early morning mist
I'm held by the shadows 'neath the moon, a dark somnambulist.

I strive to awaken and arise, yet it eludes my demands.
Like faith that leaves beleaguered souls adrift in shifting sands.

What do the shadows want with me in realms of weary dreams?
My brain draws near but my body is paralyzed, it seems.

Am I a treasure of a sweet caress? Or my light like a lover's kiss?
Is loneliness their punishment or is it more than this?

I relax and try to rise. The dream will not subside.
Specters hold me down inside spreading panic in my mind.

And so I go adrift again. In faith I hold on and on.
I'll find my way back into zen with the breaking of the dawn.
Anyone ever experience sleep paralysis?
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