No eye contact
Dressed in black
A hat brimmed in leather
Small dark tie on white
A microphone aligned at his side
Face looked down and contemplated
Lips thin and about to say
Nose sharp and slightly chiseled
Long white fingers adorned
A smoldering red apple
‘‘Twas a genie above the fruit
The man was eloquently designed
My mother once described the man
She warned of his vileness past
But, I stood admiring the image
Of the man dressed in black
Had I of listened to my mama
My future would not be so sad
I should have run as quick as I could
Away and never looked back
But this is the way life is
Ignoring advice from the wise
Perhaps my children will do
Different from my crazy life
And see the smoke arising
And the glares in his eyes
And say, “he’s the one mama warned us!
Turn around and run the other away!”
Stop the sins of the ancestors
And finish the hell of today

@2018 BoJenn

Picture from The Poets Haven