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Forgive my publishing this poem again, i must...

Granddaughters

As I write, I worry about your futures

cause aspirations of two women, queens to be,

children of presidents,

Ivanka and Chelsea

dominate your playgrounds of artifical turf

lifted by money and the media it affords

seeping into the conscious of millions

overwhelmed by closets of red shoes

They may inherit the crown

Vegas bets so

Impeachment, working title

Simplicity

Innocence born

does not stay

birthing on cycle

to live again

evidence born by bad men

sailing into bergs, intention-ally

Suns do shine without the shade

rolling in the hay

memories spring from loins untouched

the dog sits by the side

little ones confide

hands slip closer in the night

reaching out for right

gambling for a better plight

Sailing with Motorcycles


Corals reach beyond the bleach

swaying to accordions...

plastic gathers in tides of reason

pundits sing of re-awaking

mushroom clouds tweet of empty seats

gazillion

Purge the superdelegates

from the mist

of blood and tears

sweat

passed down in factories

children's

cover from hard rains

explained

morals, collectively

shared in misery

Burst the gangs of eight

Celebrating friendship

...motivated by a breakfast meeting with a close millennial friend.

Life is a set of journeys; some chosen, many forced by circumstance, fate and the wind.

Along each journey multiple paths give opportunities for choices and from the experience of those good, bad, happy and grey decisions, knowledge comes.

Hence more journeys, more wisdom, potentially...

Electron's Mate and Cherokee

Electron's Mate

Tides gripping feet
in Istanbul's pollution
dash meets night

long in sight, poison grew

cue

born of Jane

vinging pleasures

in Botticelli

never rubbing Buddha's belly

selling radio

fox hides and

jelly

grabbing angels

opulentus

If Clytemnestra knew?

Sucking corn of g m o's

stalking immigrants to go

protons sinking

Ice Cream

Marching down

the days before

pushed in dreams

of color...

Kindred of the poor

blessed in time and place

barefooted to cities of the night

taking flight

carrying Mother’s anger

and hating

it

a yoke of time, puritanical

Lifted, somewhat with age

infirmity at the door

wishing more delights

Granddaughters


Granddaughters

As I write, I worry about your futures

cause aspirations of two women, queens to be,

children of presidents,

Ivanka and Chelsea

dominate your playgrounds of artifical turf

lifted by money and the media it affords

seeping into the conscious of millions

overwhelmed by closets of red shoes

They may inherit the crown

Vegas bets so

White Light Bellows Box Machine

White Light Bellows Box Machine

Roll the language up the hill

bee still new heart
much pollinating yet to do

endangered

living anew

bright as morning dew

wet with appetite and fight

mighty fine delights

bee strong new heart

smile

the horn blew and blew and blue

bee meek new heart

butterfly by the tree

ladybug bumping its way

saving lucky days

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