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At the playground little girls whisper , point and giggle
Boys would reach for the top of the slide , form clicks
according to muscle , tenacity and determination
Shooters and aggies , jackstones , hopscotch
Open coats in Novembers breeze , bright leaves in a
whirlwind , the squealing merry-go-round , balancing on the
roots of Live Oak trees with ***** knees , trading lollipops
for gum , whimsical erasers for big number two pencils
Watching from a railroad tie sand lot border , writing rhyme
in white sand , singing a new song to myself , playing the cello
in my imaginary band , waiting for the white confusion of recess
to come to a quick end* ....
Copyright September 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
bobble-headed yappers
sharing smiles and quips
pretending they have understanding
while in thousand dollar suits ~

I see you….

presenting policy over popcorn
and revisiting broken economic dreams
screeching voices carry no weight
only injustice and systemic terror threats ~

you are not invisible….

regurgitating soundbites.
circus monkey parade
drunken power mongers
feeding lies to the uneducated ~

cast mine eyes….

slow death of democracy
looks like a demon battling a demagogue
for the soul of a nation ~

I can’t look away /
Religion is the rail on societies skating rink ,
I implore you to lock your ankles and travel
to the knowledge of the unexplored brink* ....
Copyright September 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
What would you say
if by some miracle
I found you today?

What would you say?
Here's my poem about stuff that happens
Especially when you're sitting there in front of
A washing machine bored out of your skull,
You've got the world at your fingertips and
Yet that world isn't really whole.
Of course it's obvious I'm only joking,
This is a great time to be "alive!"
Hug your computer, it'll be your
Best friend, your playmate,
Your GF or BF, it will be your
Sweet 16, your  toy your prideful
Joy, it will take you to places far
And wide and never leave your side.
HOORAY! We all get to die without
Having truly *LIVED LIFE!
Welcome back to reality! OK, now go back and forget about it, this poem is just stupid and nonsense! You know you're going places! So am I! Like yesterday when I sat there for 10 hours straight staring off into cyber space...Ignore me, I'm just some stupid fool...
what do I do now?
was planning on wearing my ***** clothes,
might I wash them?
they seem so comfortably reposed there
on the floor,
and hand washing is such a chore
they will
  be the same I suppose day after, and who knows
I may wash
  them tomorrow but not likely I am more
infused now with an unexpected day off
  with doing some wrong for I can sleep in
and no one is answering my phone
that is like double hell
I think a certain man is floundering in *******
don't stumble through them
and don't just stand there
try to know everything
maybe write a will.
Please don’t study for 21 hours and sleep only for 3,
Please don’t worry yourself into a panic about deadlines,
Please don’t lose yourself while worrying about the whole **** world,
Please don’t.

Pamper yourself, get that bubble bath,
Go buy a pint of ice-cream and watch that thing you like,
Block people who are negative, put photos up of your friends,
Self-care is important.
- Me, learning after a semester of breakdowns and lost hope.
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