distant rumblings

random upturnings
they relate to dissatisfaction
a million hoodies
representing decimated landscapes
of racist cultures
hidden through the dissatisfaction of trampled underlings
perceived victimhood
nonexistent
guilt-ridden histories
unamended
distanced from community

my man jerry rivera
or little jerry rivera as they used to call him back in the bronx
left his gaping face hole open
emitting bilious nonsense
the speak of victimization
of self-recrimination
directed outward
directed to the self that he hates
back from the day

the sunstrokes appear on the october fog
the windcharms and sullen despair
the moorgate
left open wide
for the wolf to enter
while peter sits in bethnal green
meditating
and the hunters get themselves lost in the woods
seeking the duck's call
they always loved her better anyways
neither are beyond reproach
yet the distance between both expands
within three beats of the hunter's drums
and the wolf simply slips in
begins to feast
on peter's blood
and the children with their outstretched hands
wishing they could help
hopeless malfunction
waiting for the poor to arrive
while geraldo sits in the spin
and we keep on watching.