Brick Collage

This is a spoken word poem I've performed a few times. In the past I've mostly written free verse, non-rhyming contemplative poetry, but I'm trying to branch out now.

They say the kingdom will come in fire by night
Maybe the kingdom will come in these foggy lights
That scout the ridge between our neighborhoods and the rich whites

Cuz the segregation line at 35th is dark tonight
Pacific rain is falling hammering their side tight
And while they sit and meditate and contemplate their birthright
Their screen painting’s shanked by someone angry at their rent hikes.

Cuz they tore up the fabric of our family backyards
Shape up they said
You’re gonna be working real hard
So keep yourself solid like the face of an old God
Fashioned from the platinum of a dead master’s idol rod

Stone hearted genocidal flag waving factory yard
Stone hearted genocidal flag waving birthing hard.
Stone hearted genocidal flag waving church guard.


I’m tired
Of their bleached out petrified race card
I wanna cancel my membership
By burning up that draft card


Brick collage shattered glass makes the stained saints
Pieces of these histories a sample of the old grace
Dripped with color like the other pain of a new face
Rain, rain muddy water paint over soul chase

So while I try to reach the other
People of the valley class
I have something to confess
Many times I’ve tried to pass
Bread and wine with vinegar to neutralize the tear gas
So pass a bottle light it up
Chameleons of the street crash

Cuz someofthe families down Delridge to White Center
Have rusted cars and houses full of lead splinters
Just like the spot when I was young that my family rented
The wealthy kids called us white trash for living in it

Brick collage shattered glass makes the stained saints
Pieces of these histories a sample of the old grace
Dripped with color like the other pain of a new face
Rain, rain muddy water paint over soul chase

Though my house is not still
I sneak out into the clutter world
Night of the soul
ever listless on the tiltawhirl
A carnival of silence
Their residue in retinaswirl
Keeping the closure of a cold peace
In the world

Brick collage shattered glass makes the stained saints
Pieces of these histories a sample of the old grace
Dripped with color like the other pain of a new face
Rain, rain muddy water paint over soul chase

If I shout Halelujah will awakening come back?
Long enough to sit
Buddha style of the train tracks?
Long enough to stop the traffic
Rolling over Outbacks
And find a place to REST
Where the heavens
Can stay Black
And we can lay back
And never hold back

Where God can nurture sprouts
Of the messiah in our child’s play
And she can stop the wreckage
Of their false prophets’ new day
And we can pick up the pieces
And try to do it our way
With grace flowing down our skin in colors like the new way
Forward inward outward upward
Finding faces in the crowd
Together all our bodies are so spiritually well endowed
That we can move mountains that will register in ultrasound
And we can part the waters that the government can’t get around
And we can smash their submarines
On dry land
In Puget Sound

Brick collage shattered glass makes the stained saints
Pieces of these histories a sample of the old grace
Dripped with color like the other pain of a new face
Rain, rain muddy water paint over soul chase