Everywhere at once

Lyrics in the background

As slaves make a mockery of predestination
Since she’s a black beauty
Riddled with experience
A tethered couch
An African goddess relaxing on the wall
A five-foot loud mouth addict
Hooked on youth
Reprimanded
Boys sitting around
I’m using my eyes to write
And my eyes see everything
A kid messing with his cell phone
So what am I seeing now?
Just seeing my thoughts
A brother tickling his little sister on the couch
She’s a ballerina
They fall to my feet
Mother’s Day
Aunt Martha’s day
Her living room
Flowered with certain faces
At strategic points in the living room
Two kids hitting each other on the couch
Blind
Through his eyes at-least
And when I see him
It looks like he sees clearly through everything else
But his eyes
He looks out into a street
One the sun grabs for a moment
But he’s really looking at the sun
Not through his eyes
But his face
There’s a sense of pleasure and calm
When I wonder what he’s thinking
They wrap up the food
Enough to feed a small starving nation she said
They wrap it up
And I go home