having fun with the news lens?
chinkered fluff fluff foot runs
as hitlers pretense decides
decide again
as we rejoice
the jet will take us away

your a constable of county Leitrim
and duty is to be finished!

what perturbing war's does
she berate you with
how leering of you
a legging you cry

a person with ageist views.
"critics who contend that her age is an issue have been dismissed as ageists who are out of touch with the times"

the critical defend of credit and voucher
the **** polemic
of failed movies score
enter purse's motherly mouthing

and babe of yearling
bambina, heartless bambina's

a found leaf
to create and grieve in time
on empty
too given to promiscuity
and shallows
no coats
king and queen of pilgrimage
have not your sinful questions
have not fake dedication to the path
that a poetic in trust us
the owners of inklings
astrologically irrelevant
to taking the periodical off
off of the pinnacle machine
for he yells black thoughts
in painful tremor
of my catholic demeanor's

the public sections
the distinct pleasures
that won't silence child?
upstairs the office
5 employees with no news
you the burden
and the quads of promise
distrust us
we provide bite
and heel the beast i did
getting you legal breads

to think that a clothe
to bring that a soap
buying for me that a water
while i print in history
that your love is for yourself
i showed a world
of pain in my mind
i am immediat
whithout cause to disturb hurt
cordially wronged
and badu to you

my single possession charge
left in coffee covered mystery
upon my body of work
marching in infinite season
salts upon peppers
grit and a pair of dimes

walk to the poor
inside your launching tavern

approaching the sun
i have laid with eden

today a shower
for your celebrations a war
upon rights
spelled beside the fight
and constellations
sought better pages of herstory
than the tarnished books
you now stand before

2 generations from the Holocaust
and i live in california now
a choice of a mother
to solve another
she had seen 1
then another man
decide for an Irish boy
what world they admired

and now i give to you
that you  are not american
put down you guns
and come home with me
to Ireland

become abstentionists
of course we have room for you
in our house
we are the queen
and i am her little poem to you