Esteb In Penetetiary

I was really happy with how my poem turned out yesterday.  My friend from Oman came into Starbucks and I allowed him to read it.  He liked it so much that he took a picture of it.  Writing today feels like it will be so flat.  I have really been noticing ducks, especially flying above me.  I looked up the totem meaning and they stand for emotional protection and comfort.  The last week, I have been feeling like I have been crossing paths with people who are in great emotional duress, but do not show it.   I focus them on their destiny, and it feels like they are able to fly like duck with that.  I am reminded that some do not make it by a dead male mallard duck on Central Ave. NE, in Columbia Heights.  I think of Officer Esteb (that is the name he went by) in Marion County who was wrestling with what human life is precious.  His theology studies were getting diseased.  He was confused about his high authority over a jail facility with many black officers who were way too big for their britches, and WERE KKK.  He felt like he had to be so politically correct, when they were not, and never use derogatory terms.  He was a very rich and good looking man who had done a stint on the soap opera "One Life to Live", but had been made fairly schizophrenic at a young age by Catholic studies.  I am happy that my brother chose to become Catholic, after his Episcopal marriage, and in a protective place like New York City.  Esteb, it is time to listen to this duck.  QUACK QUACK, I am not a quack, I am a trained public defender and guardian ad lit um.  I say that you are ready now to journey to Peter's congregation in NYC.  Just ask your priest advocate from Rome where it is.  It is time to wield the weapons of words to those in your community who do not belong because they have no respect for authority and rules, regulations, and LAWS actually.  Go after the African American Officer JOHNSON, and tell him HOPE SAYS HI.  Esteb, I see you writing a SCRIPT, for Broadway.   I see it opening after a grand dinner at RESTAURANT ROW hosted and paid for by Arlene's (marine biology abroad program friend) Broadway gynecologist father who happens to be Jewish, but knows how to keep a secret.  It will then to be put on the stage that I saw the opening of the play with Jennifer Grey in his presence as his protection detail with my brother.  This gynecologist owes me big time.  It will be about our time with the whole crew at Marion County.  Walks in hallways and conversations mainly will be the content.  It will be called, "Songbird," but have no music other that one A Capella song, by me, at the end of Jewel's "Life Uncommon," from the CD "Spirit."  You will write it during this time in New York City, possibly where you do part of it as a stint at Rikers for your sins against God almighty.