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the story of our lives #135

/ mobius faith

Story Of Our Lives #135

****editorial note**** This post was actually scheduled back in September.   I had no idea at that time how prophetic it would be and again making me realize how signs are “The Story Of Our Lives.”   On Friday, Nov. 1 all the residents of the apartment building were served notice that the building was under new ownership.  And while I was not entirely surprised:  This building was built in 1920 and has been in a state of steady decline for years. Because of the historical nature of the building, the cost of maintaining it was astronomical – i.e. “a money pit”.    The notice went on to state that the new owner would not renew any of the leases and that all current tenants had to vacate the premises by 1/15/2020.   So while I wasn’t entirely surprised about new ownership it was still a shock to the system to be told that I would have to find a new residence.    My present address is 22 Rhodes Ave and I have lived here 22 years and 6 mo. so there is not only a long building history but a long personal history attached to this location so it is not only a mental and physical adjustment but also an emotional adjustment.   Perhaps its just some sort of funky synchronicity or kismet.   I really hate (read H-A-T-E) abrupt change and this was abrupt.  Well, for the past two weeks I’ve been adjusting to the idea and forcing myself to search for a new location that is closer to my place of work.   It’s been very stressful.    I can’t wait until this is over and I’m settled in a new place.   From a posting point of view; I have image posts scheduled through the end of January 2020.   I may not be checking on your posts until things get settled.    I apologize if I seem an absent friend for a while; so, until things settle down, I am “Out”.  I wish all of you many successful posts even if I’m not able to enjoy them until I return. 

early saturday morning

/ mobius faith

3 shots fired 1:30AM (a repetition or re-petition)

rat-a-tat-tat
rat-a-tat-tat
rat-a-tat-tat

who fired that gat?
who fired that gat?
who fired that gat?

she screams & shrieks like a wounded animal
she screams & shrieks like a wounded animal
she screams & shrieks like a wounded animal

“where are the fuckin’ pO-lice”
“where are the fuckin’ pO-lice”
“where are the fuckin’ pO-lice”

“I’m back for more nigga”
“I’m back for more nigga”
“I’m back for more nigga”

“yo muthafucka want some of this?”
“yo muthafucka want some of this?”
“yo muthafucka want some of this?”

“they police are comin’”
“they police are comin’”
“they police are comin’”

fight breaks out
fight breaks out
fight breaks out

an unholy number of 7
an unholy number of 7
an unholy number of 7

young men young women
young men young women
young men young women

fight fight fight
fight fight fight
fight fight fight

fists fists fists
fists fists fists
fists fists fists

shouts shouts shouts
shouts shouts shouts
shouts shouts shouts

drown out the sound
drown out the sound
drown out the sound

fists ring out through the night
fists ring out through the night
fists ring out through the night

pain cries pain
pain cries pain
pain cries pain

raw wounds of heart and flesh
raw wounds of heart and flesh
raw wounds of heart and flesh

fight moves inside
fight moves inside
fight moves inside

back outside
back outside
back outside

45 minutes later still no police
45 minutes later still no police
45 minutes later still no police

fight moves down the street
fight moves down the street
fight moves down the street

slinking into the darkness
slinking into the darkness
slinking into the darkness

the distant sound of fists banging on doors
the distant sound of fists banging on doors
the distant sound of fists banging on doors

where are the police?
where are the police?
where are the police?

did anyone call the police?
did anyone call the police?
did anyone call the police?

ameri-KKK[a] loves guns
ameri-KKK[a] loves guns
ameri-KKK[a] loves guns

hunting season on humans is open
hunting season on humans is open
hunting season on humans is open

god is in the gun
god is in the gun
god is in the gun

the age of reason returns
the age of reason returns
the age of reason returns

crippled by emotion
crippled by emotion
crippled by emotion

handicapped by aggression
handicapped by aggression
handicapped by aggression

finally police arrive
finally police arrive
finally police arrive

man on the run
man on the run
man on the run

“I dinn’t do nothin’ man!”
“I dinn’t do nothin’ man!”
“I dinn’t do nuthin’ man!”

dark uniforms in a dark night
dark uniforms in a dark night
dark uniforms in a dark night

shadows within shadows
shadows within shadows
shadows within shadows

flashlights looking for shells
flashlights looking for shells
flashlights looking for shells

gathering of evidence
gathering of evidence
gathering of evidence

belongings scattered like fallen leaves under a tree
belongings scattered like fallen leaves under a tree
belongings scattered like fallen leaves under a tree

“Isabel, Isabel answer the phone”
“Isabel, Isabel answer the phone”
“Isabel, answer the fuckin’ phone”

hope withheld in violence borne
hope withheld in violence borne
hope withheld in violence borne

It’s not about race
it’s not about race
it’s not about race

repression suppression regression
repression suppression regression
repression suppression regression

it’s about decades of hopelessness
decades of hopelessness
decades of hopelessness

decades lacking opportunity
decades lacking opportunity
decades lacking opportunity

results inhuman’s hurting humans
results inhuman’s hurting humans
results inhuman’s hurting humans

the night grows quiet again 2:30AM
the night grows quiet again 2:30AM
the night grows quiet again 2:30AM

rat-a-tat-tat
rat-a-tat-tat
rat-a-tat-tat

3 shots fired 1:30AM
3 shots fired 1:30AM
3 shots fired 1:30AM

in silence forgotten
in silence forgotten
in silence forgotten

for now
for now
for now

long live the NRA!
long live the NRA!
long live the NRA!

for now?
for now?
for now?

more guns are the answer?
more guns are the answer?
more guns are the answer?

for now?
for now?
for now?

how long?
how long?
how long?

who will break the rhythm of violence?
who will break the rhythm of violence?
who will break the rhythm of violence?

It’s now 3AM
water droplets from the air conditioner
falling on leaves like rain
cleansing the night with manufactured tears
but the heart remains the same
the spirit remains the same

All’s quiet on the urban front
for now
for now
for now

maybe I can go to sleep again
for now
for now
for now

 

*written 8/3/19 during the incident

On the road, in the city

/ mobius faith

On The Road, In The City

tail riders
rushing up behind
pushing pushing pushing
impatient 

and up ahead
angry headlights with
blinking winking fast erratic turn signals
snarling like a heptatic gribbowitch
the urging impatient bounce
of a frequently tapped brake pedal
edging out onto the crosswalk and beyond
ready to fly in the face of peril

pedestrians beware
drivers beware
people beware
of those who wish to rush the stop light
at life’s busy intersections

Night Rain

/ mobius faith

Night Rain

Splashes and Rivulets.
The rain dances then flows
washing, cleansing the
streets and sidewalks
by lamplight
while the city sleeps.

The sins of Winter
washed into the gutter and
time moves slowly.
I stare impatient
by the window
waiting for repentant Spring.