Food for Thought-I’m Mean

I’m Mean

You know what?
I’m mean,
I decided today,
no more nice,
you could pour all the ice,
on my head,
I’d still be mean,
meaner than,
an illiterate snake
at a book festival,
in Northern Alaska,
stocked with plentiful
books on reading escapades,
that’s mean,
so mean,
I may start
freebasing caffeine,
so I can be meaner,
when the buzz fades,
I can then be mean,
in the late afternoon shade.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-A New List of Fears

I am working on a new list of fears,
Rheumatoid Arthritis,
Drinking the wrong beer,
Being shot by a white dude,
Getting fat,
Finding out my credit score,
Am I buying the right dog food?
Waking my wife when I snore,
Having my head cut off in some feud,
Should I eat more health food?
Are my nonexistent dentures coming unglued?
This is more than I can handle,
I’m going to light a fireless candle,
For I’m terribly afraid,
Of what might come about,
If a blaze were to burn out of control,
Especially since I’m writing on a totem pole.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-I’m Worried About Local Warming

I’m Worried About Local Warming

I’m worried about local warming,
that’s because this morning,
I went outside,
and without any warning,
discovered my skin was burning,
my delicate pale hide,
was starting to sweat,
one could take bets,
as to when I would go inside,
to find a cool place to hide,
but my stomach was churning,
though my head was yearning,
for a hat or a fan,
all I did was stand,
like a fool,
anything but cool
though one moment soon,
I’ll take hold,
of something cold,
something really nice,
like ice,
or an Icelandic professor,
maybe a compressor,
or a frozen Mason jar,
even A Klondike Bar,
then I’ll be worried from afar.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-I Need A Fan

I Need A Fan

Dammit man,
I need a fan!
there’s something,
about this stagnant sand,
if I controlled the world,
I would make the wind whirl,
directly on me,
except when I pee,
because that would be gross,
people wouldn’t host,
a preacher who smelled of urine,
though he knew all about Martin van Buren,
the 8th and greatest president of all,
Old Kinderhook is OK,
just like this humid day,
a day needing more of breeze,
so the insects may not bite my knees,
they might text instead to their friends downstream,
Tap, tap, tic, tic, buzz, buzz, wee, wee,
which is dragonfly for,
you vant velive vhat ve see down vy viver side,
the dragonfly sounds like Count Chocula I know,
but where else could a bug with such a large head go,
perhaps Sesame Street really is off Light House Road.
and Mr. Michael Bangouro of Nigeria will give me a call,
about the money I let him hold,
in that bank in Senegal.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-James Foley RIP

James Foley (RIP)

Beheading is a crime,
which betrays the sky,
it denies the beloved,
the right to die,
in their own time,
and forces them to lie,
among a pool of hate,
the blood of vengeance
mingles with the blood of fate,
here we wait,
for tapes to speak,
and twitters to tweet,
to know what we already seek,
the world is full of those who claim a name,
God, Allah, Yahweh, it’s all the same,
they kill, rape, murder and maim,
like some X-box video game,
about a bloodthirsty deity who gives a damn,
not about people but how many heads you can slam.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-A Back to School Poem

A Back to School Poem

My Chuck Taylor’s costs $35.00 plus tax,
Momma used coupons to the max,
My music may be loud,
But be in no doubt,
I got the fly-est All Stars hanging about,
School Road is like a broken brake light,
Thumping out my jam,
You’ll find my crew keeping in tight,
Like a Jeter Grand Slam,
First World Problems greet my feet,
Not when I’m nice, neat, cool, and sweet.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Remember the Silence

Remember the Silence

There is no silence,
In shame,
There is no shame,
In silence,
Let go of the blame,
Without words,
Life isn’t the same,
Live between the letters,
Exist without James Crow’s fetters,
Wipe off the sticky residue of fear,
Embrace the humanity which is clear,
Grab a consonant and take a vowel,
Smash them together and make them howl,
Give your life a voice,
Ignore the neutral choice,
Scream if you choose,
Or whisper this news,
We will remember the silence of our friends,
Not the words of those who frightened us again and again.

–Richard Bryant