Frames Stoakley, like Oprah, dislikes hearing
rough language, the n-word, used by his friends,
as a writer, he believes in free speech,
maybe as a black man he is clearing
entry for a new age, where the n-word
shames everyone to own up to the past.
Stoakley wrote people off, a real big shot,
took language too seriously, he sends
offensive letters to create a breach,
a hole for writers to breathe in the rot,
kiss his anus, otherwise go unheard,
literature allows readers to cast
each vote for or against like politics,
yet, fishermen cast nets to trawl the sea.
Literature is a young person's game,
if a writer over forty throws bricks,
kicks down the doors, speaks in all honesty,
entering the context within a frame...
Oprah interviews them to see them squirm,
pretend writers put together their books,
readers are few and books are plentiful,
ask a bird the best way to catch a worm,
how discipline comes naturally for some.
Dawn takes place on the horizon of time,
if fishermen don't cast their nets, their haul
simply doesn't exist, even their hooks,
little by little, turn to rust, mindful
in practice, little birds, however small,
kiss life goodbye, no bigger than a thumb,
ever aware finding food is no crime,
simply to survive is never enough.
Honesty and telling the truth is tough,
early birds catch their worms as darkness turns
a cheek towards the morning light, a bright
ray causes the retinas to burn, the blue
image of the radiant star that burns
nearly ten billion years before the light
grows enormous, a red giant falls through.
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