Stood in this Unacquainted night

the profound silence roared through the “empty” streets
Fearful shadows created by lamp posts emitting warm light

as swaying wind chimes give way to rhythmic beats

Strip your Cataracts and tell me the Image you See.

Maybe a tempting tusky ivory that makes you feel free?
How about that magnificent marine blue that sets you in flight?

Or even that insightful ink black that guides you to light?

Tell me about that adventurous auspicious saffron that entices ration?

How about that profound power crimson that ignites passion?
And maybe that scrupulous slate gray that drives intellect?

Or that forthright forest green that has a natural effect?

three Blind mice

they didn’t think twice
See how they run

at the sound of a gun

The peaceful war on this machiavellian street strangled the cries.

There stood proudly a guilty white man with only one aim.
The deep-rooted hatred glistened darkly in his blue eyes.

The black murder and their sorrowful caws espied the shame.

The harsh escape of the gold bullet punctured the foggy night and left a track.

The droplets of red blood poured smoothly from her head forming a pool.
The crack that formed in the gray sidewalk cued the black woman’s broken back.

The green peppers spilled out of her paper bag; but she was the Fool.

The wrath-silver moon forms to the north.

The wind’s whistling transforms to a piercing howl
and the plethora of Silhouettes race back and forth.

The ruly sun approaches as Teiresias throws in the Towel.

four Blind mice

they didn’t think twice
See how they run

at the Sight of the sun