The Smile
The Smile has a radiance of Power.
It can change the course of your life
and others as well.
A Smile can be healing, I believe
that it’s an indicator of love and happiness.
I’d like to see a day when the whole
world smiles at the same time all
over the world.
I think it’s the cure for just about
everything in existence we suffer from
in this world.
I’m positive that the smile can bring
us all together
It is the key to unity & … READ MORE
“Livin an Dying on Dem Cold Concrete Streets”
livin’ and dyin’ on dem cold concrete streets
virus ragin’ on
no place to
sit stand or pee
not even
a garbage can
so i can eat
tonite may be
my last
on dem cold
concrete streets
virus rages on
no place
to sit stand or pee
not even a garbage can
so i can eat
livin’ and dyin’
Cheap
“Oh, God! that bread should be so dear. And flesh and blood so cheap!” [Thomas Hood, 1843]
I have 15 cents and the landlord with two beamers says it would be a hardship to reduce the rent. I have 15 cents and the shirtless man holding a crystal to the bodega window needs cereal and milk (and a Mug Root Beer would be nice).
I have 15 cents and Mayor Breed’s aide laughs at me open heartedly over the telephone line. … READ MORE
Awapoems
12/13/20
Metal
Shadows of great metal walls have got me stuck in the maze.
I look in the east and see warm mountains, where does that light come from?
How did I wander into rain and fog and cold?
I remember a day when I looked out from a high hill in the morning,
Thirsting for water, my bones and muscles and senses broken, I stood there.
Then I sang from my heart “come, Spirit, come” and my heart became the living sun. … READ MORE
Poems by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
no room
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
© 2020
there’s suddenly no room
at the inn
the shelter in place hotels
no room for
2,400 homeless people
high risk seniors
sheltered for months
no room
not even a stable
only a vague promise
of permanent housing
that always ends
up broken like treaties
no room
for 2,400 homeless people
now housed
but soon to be back
out on the streets
in the dead of winter
during the rainy season
just before Xmas
in the midst of
a pandemic
no room
in far too many hearts
America is starving
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
© 2020
America’s hungry
it’s always been hungry
it stands every day
bundled up against the cold
masked and socially
distanced in lines
as far as the eagle
can see
outside food banks
and soup kitchens
hands always extended
on the cold callous street
there’s little change
trickling into the cup
little compassion in the air
America’s food stamps
have been cut
there’s no relief check in the mail
unemployment’s running out
America’s always been hungry
these days
it’s starving
man on a bench
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
© 2018
you were sitting at the other
end of the wooden bench
outside the café
I was waiting for a friend
checking my phone
every couple minutes
a small framed old man
with bruises on your cheeks
and forehead
you picked at a scab
as you commented on the weather
a man suddenly turned
the corner swinging his
bag at your face
then spit on you
calling you a “homeless
piece of shit”
I yelled at him
told him to leave you alone
he hurried across the street
through the heavy traffic
a waiter came out
told you to move on
I asked why
he said customers had
complained
you got up and left
so did I … READ MORE
555 Folsom, Colourblind, CA, 94105
the sun did start setting this mourning
Awake a wake tumbled in from the
gritty shores of yesterday. or next year ?
i replaced the filament but brilliant tungsten
could not rival the peculiar light
of orange beams sprinting out of sky
rubber soul
Humanity
Being a Human
Not necessarily saying all people but the status quo.
Not just have to, want to exist a person in a functional individual in society.
Not just being, but functioning in a humane way. It’s okay to say have
a nice day, it won’t hurt you.
That’s called being a human
Irving and 5th
There’s a magistrate in the fridge:
It’s time to get rid of these old ass tamales.
Freezer burn babies of beef and cheese and I step into quiet wasteland.
Not a desperate land for Mad Max. Just cold emptiness like Gravity.
Big, Snorlax man outside the market. Beard like Klaus. Fingernails that pulled flowers from Golden Gate Park.
N95 masks headed in and out as though tear gas wailed around like the Kashmir Valley.
The Concrete
I am not afraid of poverty
I learned at the age of three that oxygen wasn’t free
And the expense of life was madness
That would forever be submerged
In a ice cold bathtub
If I watched my brother die would I freeze?
Without feeling powerless
I try to escape my right to frost
By submitting to the inevitable
I hugged the ocean’s waves
But I lost my mind at night
Survival is for the unfortunate
For sordid dreams to collapse by a broken family
I collected my whims in jars
And the moon captured my fears of governance
To be disregarded in history
Man without a home
A misery
The Utopians
The season of giving has come to everyone
In the Kingdom of Heaven,
As keepers of the
Garden around us there is a glow, here is peace harmony
And love,
We give praise for deliverance and the abundance from
Above,
Wide open is Heaven’s mandate titanic hope is at hand
Promising salvation to women and men,
Filling cups promised and granted,