(I)

Whose coat is this? Sure as hell isn't my coat. I ain't got no coat with this parka ****, it's *******. I ain't no furry flamin' ******. I ain't no ****** chochy Molly-May-Ze-**** chokin' down chickens and nasalin' a'sniffin' snortin' nasty-*** choch; that ain't me. That ain't me. Look at this coat– I'm like an Eskimo *****. I'm like a butch-**** bull-**** crotch-lappin' a'swimmin' laps in that guy's swimmin' pool. Who's that guy? Who owns that guy? 'Ey, anyone here the owner of this guy– guy ain't got no owner? Whose coat is this? It's nice, real nice. Bet she said, "Does it come from France? Where do I buy one?" I want to buy one, I think I need to buy **** more. I sure as hell need to buy one of these. "And I need one these too and one of them too and I need a petticoat and a tipper-tapper and a whimpratic garfielder and one of them new bartlemores, I need more of them bartlemores. I need more, more, more, more, more, more..." That ain't enough. ****'s from France. ****'s from Paris, that's romantic. You think I'm romantic? I eat hearts for dinner, I chew down nails like nuts for my midnight snack. I smoke cigarettes and spit on concrete slabs, you think that's ****? I'll show you ****. I'll show you Paris, New York City, Rome, romance you in Rome. I'll get real ******' Roman. I'll take you to the desert and make love to you. That's how a free man does a woman, and I'm a real free man. Who's ownin' this guy? It ain't you, it ain't me. I don't own you, you don't own me. I'm a free man:

I said,
"Fire and wood, fire and wood, fire and wood. It is late, it is late, it is far, far too late."

I set
fire to wood, fire to wood; feel that fire fired fresh from that firewood.

I dug the pit,
he gathered the wood,
she started the fire.

She really does make that fire start.

O' how she makes that fire burn,
O' how the wood's wrapped in white hots,
O' how they smoke their smokestacked pipes,
O' tobacco teeming teenagers, tormented by and through youth,
O' adolescence, trending topics, and forget-me-not flowers,
O' old age, Floridan coffins, and coughing  cancers,
O' writers in the mountains writing to be,
O' painters and **** bodies in studies by the sea,
O' thinkers in their mindset, mindsetting the table for dinner,
O' tables set to bursting,
O' wallets so thick,
O' community,
O' society, our social games,
O' hope,
O' peace,
O' that I may be at peace,
O' that I may be content and pray only for peace,
O' how about them true believers,
O' how about that love at first sight,
O' sandstone. My sandstone. That guy sittin' on sandstone.

That's my guy. That's my guy. I own this ****.

Is a man breathing on a mirror the sum of his breaths?
Breaths foggin' a'mistin' my view,
my view of a body and that face,
you're a body.
You're a workin' day's bell,
you're my chill in an Icelandic draft,
you're my spare in a Middle Eastern draft,
you're my pawn in chest-to-chest chess.

You've got this. You've got this. You own this ****.

And it is ****, too. I'd be set, real ******' set, with someone like you. I'll make you a woman, check this parka ****. Coat's mine. I'm a classy igloo runner, runnin' a'ragin' a'czebelskiin' meriteratin', I'll be reiteratin' your points. Check the time, it's late! It's late! ***** was in the grassy knoll turnin' trap tunes on her turntable. Would you listen to that? She sounds late to me, does she sound late to you? I like the music; I like the music. What happened to Woodstock? Where's my watergate, Nixon? Where's my generation, Ginsberg? Where's the meaning? This music's too loud! We're so profound! O' profundity!

Tell me something I didn't know, I'm craving' the new.
Give me the new while I spit on the old,
while I spit on this fine art finely art'd by and for fine artists–
******' fine artists. ******* fine artists.

(You can realize radical-realist realism but you can't be real with me?)

O' fine art!
What fine art!
Which fine artists are dead?



(II)

Looks like they're dead.

Looks like them ******* choked out all them ghettos, choked out all them rednecks, chokin' a'stranglin' by-God-oh-God straddlin' the breeders. I sure did like them babes– babes with their laughin' a'lackin' o' cynicism. They don't know the word "****."

I sure am forgetful–
I forgot that smoke doesn't dissipate,
I forgot how to smell autumn leaves,
I forgot to check the heart against the fingertips,
I forgot why my fingertips went numb,
I forgot to cue in the meaning when the sentence was complete,
I forget to complete my sentences,
I forget who you were wanting when you said, "I want you."

I got as much depth as an in-depth discussion, high hats and electropercussion have got me going. I'm goin' downtown, uptown bourgeois tricked me out, johns and yellow Hummers laid me down and cussed me out. That's not a discussion. That's not my scent scenting my towel, this breath reeks of wintry air– my fingertips went numb.

"I want you."

"Oh would you look at that moon?
Take a look at that moon.
Look at that moon with the ******' mountains.
I love that moon.
That's my moon."

I love darin' a'dusty dareelin' derailin' your dreams, whose dreams are these? They ain't my dreams– ain't no dream derailin' a'nileerad radiatiatin' some hint of joy or Jamison Scotch Liqueur. Drink that ****. That's my ****, I own that ****.
I'm sittin' on this stoop like I own this ****, like this **** owns me; I owed me. I don't own me, you owe me:

Pay up man, feet off the stoop.
Pay up man, be real with me.
Pay up man, you ever thought of a man as a man?
Pay up man, give it in.
Pay up man, give in.
Pay up man, I need you to do me a solid. Do me solid from crown-to-toe, we're toe-to-toe let's do-si-do bro-to-** I'm ready go, **, jo, ko, lo, get low… Now I'm ramblin'. You say, "Ramble in to the stoop and tell me a story."

What's a stoop– who's a stoop? That **** ain't stoop– you ain't stoop. You're stupid. You're a joke, check out the joke. Hey ladies, you seen this joke– joke ain't been seen by them ladies? I'm a joke. We ain't laughin' with you, they're laughin' at you.

O' hilarity!
Such hilarity!
What hilarious histories have passed?



(III)*

"I said I loved him once. I only loved him once."
(And how long once has been...)

I sure did like them hand-holdins,
them star-gazin' moments,
them moon phasin' nighttime nuances,
them fingertip feelin' a'findin',
them sessions o'meshin' limber legs unto steadfast *****,
heads cocked like guns toward the sky,
beyond the horizon
but well
below the belt.

Them star-gazing moments seeing stars seemin' small, I love how they gleam- gleamin' a'glarin' comparin' shine to shine, shimmerin' a glimmer shone stumblin' her way home from the bar. She's drunk. She's brilliant, brilliance of whit and wantin' a'wanderlustin' gypsy nomads- that ***** gyp'd me, no mad man would take a cerebral slam to the face lest them moving pictures are involved. Read a ******' book, it'll last longer. Kiss me on the collar bones, clavicles shone shining with slick saliva pining for my affections. You're clammerin' to feel me, clammin' up (Just feel me.) I want to run my hands through long hair and peg the nausea nervosa to the wall. The writing's on the wall:

The sun bent over so the moon could rise, chanting,
"Goodbye and good riddance,
I never wanted to shine down
on them seas o' tranquilities anyhow."*

O' what a day. What a day.

And the wind ruffles leaves and it ruffles feathers on birds eating worms in brown soil.

What a day. What a day.

And the men under the bridge gather in traitorous conversation of governments overthrown and border dissolution and poetry with meters bent out of tune.

What a day. What a day.

And the billboards are dry for all the consumers to consume, use, and review.

What a day. What a day.

And hearts break messiest when you're not looking.

What a day. What a day.

And the ego and the id and the redwood trees are talking. They're sitting **** in the marshes, bathing in the bogwater while fondling foreign fine wines and whisperin' a'veerin' conversations towards topics kept well out of hand, out of the game, nontobe racin' in races, rampant radical racists betting bets on bent, bald Bolshevik racists wagging Marxist manifestos in the bourgeois' faces, yes. Make it be. Nontobe sanity as the captain creases his pleats, pleasin' her creases and the dewdrops of sweat trailing down the small of her back– down the ridge of her spine forming solitary springs of saline saltwater in the small of her back. Aye-aye, guy's pleasin' a'makin' choices a'steerin'– government's a'veerin' a hard left into the ice.

'Berg! 'Berg!
Danger in the icy 'berg!
None too soon a 'berg!
Bound to bump a 'berg!
O' inevitably unnerving 'berg!
Authoritative 'berg!
Totalitarian 'berg!
Surveillance of *** and the sexes 'berg!
O' fatalist fetishist 'berg!
Benevolent big brother 'berg!
Homosocial socialization 'berg!
Romanticized Roman 'berg!
O' virginal mother 'berg!
City on a hill on a 'berg!
Subtly socialist 'berg!
Nongovernmental 'berg!
O' illustrious libertine 'berg!
Freedom of the people 'berg!
Water privatization 'berg!
Alcohol idolization 'berg!
O' corrupt and courageous 'berg!
Church and a stately 'berg!
Pray to your ceiling fan 'berg!
Biblically borne 'berg!
O' godly and gorgeous 'berg!
Ferocious freedom fighters launching lackluster demonstrations far too post-demonstration feeling liberty and love, la vie en rouge, revolving revolutionist ranting on revolution tangible as
an ice cold 'berg.

'Berg! 'Berg!
O' the 'berg, the ****** iceberg–
You'll be the death of me.

ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles.
It is too early to sing and dance at funerals,
Though I can whisper to you I am looking for an undertaker humming a lullaby and throwing his feet in a swift and mystic buck-and-wing, now you see it and now you don't.
  
Fish to swim a pool in your garden flashing a speckled silver,
A basket of wine-saps filling your room with flame-dark for your eyes and the tang of valley orchards for your nose,
Such a beautiful pail of fish, such a beautiful peck of apples, I cannot bring you now.
It is too early and I am not footloose yet.
  
I shall come in the night when I come with a hammer and saw.
I shall come near your window, where you look out when your eyes open in the morning,
And there I shall slam together bird-houses and bird-baths for wing-loose wrens and hummers to live in, birds with yellow wing tips to blur and buzz soft all summer,
So I shall make little fool homes with doors, always open doors for all and each to run away when they want to.
I shall come just like that even though now it is early and I am not yet footloose,
Even though I am still looking for an undertaker with a raw, wind-bitten face and a dance in his feet.
I make a date with you (put it down) for six o'clock in the evening a thousand years from now.
  
All I can give you now is broken-face gargoyles.
All I can give you now is a double gorilla head with two fish mouths and four eagle eyes hooked on a street wall, spouting water and looking two ways to the ends of the street for the new people, the young strangers, coming, coming, always coming.
  
It is early.
I shall yet be footloose.

Maximus IPA

Frolicking 'Gray's' across golden seas
of Dawn fescue , easing collective thoughts pining
for morningtide rescue
Wild Daises committed to the ever rising
July sunlight , iridescent Hummers circling the piedmont
furrows , tickled Crows burst into laughter in mid-flight
Cardinals and Chickadees relay their gift of self
High above the diamond studded hillside shelf* ....

This is a tale featuring the great superhero, SNOGGO

  That ******* dangerous horrific and scary beast would not terrify me.  Who was I?  Some little stupid ******* weedy spastic?  No, I was the great fearless SNOGGO!  Yes! Yes! Yes! I was the magnificent SNOGGO who had faced (without flinching much) so many humunguously terrifying events! So I picked up the mighty hammer and struck out fearlessly: *'Wham! Thump! Crash! Boom!' I gave the terrfying monster a ******* great bashing.

  I was enraged yet not terrified more than was absolutely necessary. Did you erroneously imagine I was just some little weedy wimp afraid of attacking a terrible adversary without a platoon of Hummers (whatever they may ******* be) full of mercenaries recruited from the slum trailer parks of Hades?  'Take that you stupid evil cunty ideologue!' I yelled, 'Take that! And that! ******* take that!'

  My God, I bashed that vile and 100% hideous creature ******* senseless. I was so ******* brave, just as brave as the worthless ***** who will soon be called heroic US veterans killing innocent Arabs left, right and centre throughout the entire ******* Middle East to please their Zionist taskmasters, God ****** them. I was incandescent.  I was SUPER-******* SNOGGO! I would triumph over adversity in the name of ******* freedom's ******* bell! Ding-****!

  As so it came to pass that, finally after a tremendous struggle in which I nearly lost a fingernail, the immature pink dwarf hamster lay lifeless before me, squashed into a puddle reminiscent of a flattened dead hairy ripe tomato. 'Bring it on, you ****** *****,' I bravely thought as I ****** my comrade's flaccid **** eagerly as we cowered manfully in a burnt-out mosque, preparing ourselves bravely for a spot of rendition among the local orphans.

Precious , precocious Bluebird fledglings ,
seeking their bravado in the Red Tip hedges
Ruby Hummers running circles 'round Swallowtail dancers ,
Anoles playing tag in the Red Rose bramble
Chipmunks hard at work 'neath the Weeping Willow canopies ,
Bumblebees and Yellowjackets claim the stone- fruit
trees while aromatic Gardenia , Magnolia and Pine Sage belong
to Paper Wasp , Honey and Cuckoo Bees  
The Sunshine a long lost lover , the broom sage a friend
yet discovered
Cherokee brothers visit the Chattahoochee lowlands , Thor
rumbles on the Alabama border , the sky a mosaic of brilliant
hues , purple flowered grasslands and Morning Glory blues

Articulate Throwback (Amazing Rap that Doesn't Get Enough Respect)
Fielding an eclipsed Jack the Ripper Sun
Yielding dismissal garish, begotten The Matrix smokin’ gun
Wielding a firebrand skittish
Skills levied an intolerable tax by quisling quoted British
Stunting on heyday levity marksman of primes
Flogged for flagrant dragons sinking nickels and dimes aimed beatific sublime
Flowing like centripetal orbit  galvanized by riddled spirits dashed in secondary impetus of reason over rhyme
Littoral swank partial to Taylor Series of dedications Speak Now peaks livid with fumiducts of crippled sheep blandished for reach
Apologies invited always welcome for a kitsch debased by universal theaters yet united for Payable on Death singing the deceit of receipts impeached
Islanders flooding suicides punning that a sunken treasure is barbs smuggling
Otiose on ribald corsairs blinkered by the rhombos of speculation thunder itself about lightning starts wondering
Where a City by the Bay shining on a Hill of travesties of decay tanks for domesticated Negros that flashbangs got to slay
To the wistful shaken house music garnishing the prey of prayer on heavy pulls of quotable 415 hay-day
The wrinkled stray dog never  far from *****
Slapsticks against the tribunes awaiting for meteoric functions of a recessive allele of a dominant comet
Ludacris flickers dancing in dormant revelry because On Top, Just Let Go..I am honest and On It
To the milk of harvested stars glaring at tankers and garish broken FaceMash scars teetotalers scatter with Thursday crashing into glass shards
Black fame is a white epiphany of infamy designated by name
Of the craven coltish spinsters who market the crackling whiplash of sanity apportioned to the regaled insufflation of blame
Streaky on a jejune Diggity hapless hop of Kumbayas etched by Trailer Park’s scalding flop
Glorifying a Gangester heir to titanic humbled beginnings chockablock divested to Kennedy’s dead Candy Shop
Impressive rags of riches of counterfeit tags blundering with lazy LASER Tag of sharks too bellicose to earn a pitfall pittance of swag
Trippin’ by tripwires too flippant to be flippin’ on known graves sidesplitters of treecheese yaggots grimaced on madcaps of bottlecaps swimming in ether of money too happy for House of Pain rags of gag orders intrepid because some blood is Bad
****** drapes of tapestries too woven on Ducking Badger duck tape
Pretending not even a slightest twinge of celebrity faked is a tantamount affliction to Kobe’s escape
Time to rig the 7/11 notoriety of a caper drawl in Cape Town Blue Sky Action can barely offer scrape
Let them eat cake and heads roll like Nicholas Cage clairvoyant in mystique quaking like a Quaker parody rank-and-file rancid graveyard creep
Cuz the best in the Business evokes singes of Dre grazed persistence a Space Rover rather than a broken-down drive-by Vegas Cheap Holyfield Jeep
Forgeries in trigonometric time gone haywire because ******* of fools is delicious neutered ballistic wrong with elemental statistic
Armed to the Teeth because twinges of righteousness is strongly established because it elevates truces well-predicted
Reckon the self-aware hive jetsetting with Jive warbles of departure yet to arrive
“Talk” of those fewer in knowledge yet living an invented diatribe
Lil Dicky mumbling his churlish codling vendetta
Too petty on the game like a turgid Mariah Carey Christmas Sweater evaporating on benzo bleats because exaggeration is a measuring stick more prone to delusion than the vapid version of Eddie  Vedder
Ripping through seamstresses of time a delope from impoverished cesspool grime
Certainly not swinging with sockdolagers like Musk as UPS owns insider angles about BitCoin riches scoffing at #11 Sublime
I owe respect to an upstart prescience scowling hatched never against fragile egg-shell minds
He’s the predecessor to the Walter White of cesspool inveterate rivets in hulking pretense of a measured stick lying like Tony  Hawk on the grind drawling on videogame addicts lost to numbers like Wall Street bet on fractions divisible like Scarface on cardinal crime
Blip on the WHIP cackles of clever pasquinade owned by sizzurp of Red Wings demolished like Draper balking at the West Coast ****** of East Coast royalty etiolating on Life After Death because of a teased script of March 26th shining bright like nine-inch nails longer than an exaggerated Dicky loving pollution more than Sina Loa loves bricks
Mad respect to juggernaut Michigan flow, but when you henpeck a rooster fewer regaled Ravens start to sing like Tomorrow’s sung by Sheryl Crow
So attack the kenspeckel hiding like sobriety itching to revel
Even the greats are grating despite prestige owned like Steppenwolf inventing Heavy Metal
Yet the raspy dengonin certainly a curtain call for the moribund smooth competition genius but not square to my elevated level
Time to brush aside, politics is a Velvet Morning rather than an Everest scaffold of glaciers divide
Flourishing Eden of a Seattle worthy of treason on rollercoasters yet to ride
The contumely of charlatans berating brassage is a Lie Boring in Federal Way united against prejudices scowling because Qwersy Mencia is too fraught to enjoy the jeers of a tattered Pride
Past-Tense Quinn in his Chauvin Blue Suit is Queer on The Bends
For a better radio the shatter of the quaff is Damon on the mendlatch for the rights of heroism among men
Applesauce is scary when the cooks are too chary for emoluments of cherry-picked vanity inoculated because hackneyed hacksaws aren’t that scary
To a Rush Hour acclaim that owes a Martian a fair-share of the inviolable degrees above freezing that guarantees the Hang Seng
The cretaceous dinosaur livid in the Fields of Dreams lives to the honor of the author rather a subsidiary prosperity rooting for the same exact team
Credit belongs not to slot-machine jibes of Navy throngs because the sealed pedigree of a Potemkin stonewall ravaged an Atlanta March that Richard Sherman found himself wrong
Ripostes of wavered glory serenade Field’s Medal accolades jaunty with brimstone repartee for persecution of Sing-Sang jailed avuncular Dana Carvey
Crumpled in missives etched decisively by Popcorn paparazzi Lee Harvey Oswald Part Three dinging Reagan’s Drugs because belittled Batman and Robin Harvey Dent is on a defalcation spree
Limited by the gambit of orbit I flex space measured only by perception hourglasses mistake for Dewey Decimal ministry
Because mountebanks of the tramontane canard unscrewed by Donkey’s without the triumph of vindicated colts spew the unwarranted without the warrant of upright parlance
Deflecting the useless caricature of Jezebels they barely even know dancing with fisticuffs choleric with jaundiced illuminati chants of an age bracing for the venom of viper’s of gratuitous pretense in violence because the whittled conscience scourges footloose profligacy in dementia that owns probability rather than certainty but doesn’t stand a chance
A billowing toxic fume of a Trojan Horse of galloped complicity of headless horsemen too scared to even pinprick the average Brett Hume huffs like mad wolverines dancing with Buccaneers for the fidelity of bridled brides with a tailored or sloppy groom
Cowering behind plashy starlets dashed for authenticity too soon
The Red Robin Hood ****** of silhouettes of Caste system indecency is reduced to reductivism in peddled paranoia of Randall Graves confronting his deepest specious tomb
To rogue slipshod miracles of denuded ice for Christopher Reeves Wally World White in Simple Jack owleries of confiscated light they caper encaged Caspergers ergotamine flavored favor uptight
Glaring prince dashing Rusty with ***** for Hummers glazed with donut torus hummus swift with reverend repartee
Sunken sleepless abyss ghosts haunt for quaffs evanescent in backbone bliss incurring parted sight for nebbich sprees
Calculated by persnickety prattle brazen with bravado promontory sparked on the flames of an overhyped hysteria ablaze
Raisins aren’t the determinant of a blinkered starstruck page gilded to amaze
Formidable reform conserved against blasphemies of ****
Withstands the immutable geotaxis of inevitable backfires in limited scourges of scorn
Time to sacrifice the badge earn the primacy of trimleggers making a dash rushing for hourglass sand prominent in fiat flash
In a second a trampoline against a specious marvel is a sour remorse of a crusade turning into protection not found in autumn ash
With autarky righteous rain boogies against bogeys of golfers livid with sensational inane
Lunacy predicated on sensational maudlin labors of Genesis 3:16 birth pain
Incurred upon the toil of the lugubrious heights of teachers that defy tribes and stripes
Soldiering for God without even the slightest nefarious mercenary spite
Because Ledgers cannot be mistaken for legends because petty battles Abandoned Pools named were avoided for Nobel Prizes of moonshot fame never King Kong because 24k magic called the Hang Seng  game enter stage right
The thematic liberation of the freewheeler isn’t a combustion of truckers Ruckers allergic to chattered shame
But the time honored Sevendust defies blisters because a brave heroism leaps into legacy vaunted by cheery repute in winning hegemony against rigged fraud in frigid feral tames
I march to an inaugural chance without a chance of quick inauguration because Junetao is a duck-duck-go childish flicker against Amsterdam Vallon besides the church with a touching spectacle of solidarity beyond temporal Anacondas of deserved blame
An ally to the kitsch the prosperity of Nas is afforded to optimism never so fulgurant because of a bewitched Tik Tok twitch
As the true flock regards the true shepherd the guardian of wonder and the captain avoiding Yellow Submarines because Stayin’ Alive is a prophecy not a febrile contagion of germs pitching tents for flukes insistent on incident rather than honorable to Canada Dry on Strike for better than a bubble gum mumble rap of Lil Pump’s pruned humps for a ******* ghost rider rather than a profaned itch
But the camel survives because the needle doesn’t thrive in a world where God is always Stayin’ Alive to strike a pose for the voguest Jive
“The Seduction” lives and the corruption limps with glib bribery fibs because 2 Timothy 1:7 in autarky is a generous rhyme that  gives and gives
In endless crusade to beat like David the ***** of a poker miracle that stars in a showcase of a life of splendor eternal rather than a cursory kamikaze reckless fib
Its time for  abundance of life to be lived fully to truly find riches in the best possible life winsome in discretion to quake and yet remain immune to a Walgreens of Stonewall myth
Cast not the first stone against the immaculate Giant because everybody is shaking to Bond and Saint Joseph’s guarded wordsmith

The Boss came to town one day
Took over the "Swinging" Sugar Shack.
When others came to take a sip
He warned them, "OUT and don't come back."

He buzzed them off so far away
As another came to  sip and rest
Back he came his tail fanned out
Thinking, yes, he was the best.

With space around the Treasury
for more than eight to sip and eat.
But only one can land and sip
when "The Boss" plants his angry feet.

He sits and guards his precious turf
For many minutes at a time.
Driving away the other birds
Who has found the Sugar sublime.

The reason the hummers can only hum
is because they don't know the words.
Or they would scream little bird words
at the other little humming birds.

The hummer most persistent it seems
goes by the name of Hummer Hectar.
You too would be mad and miffed
if someone stole your Sugar and Nectar.

Georgia Sun relaxes in the fifth house
Hummers circle Florida sky from my shaded chaise
Blue Jays and Brown Thrashers lounge the
ripened Fig Trees , shadows walk the vegetable
gardens , nightshades ardent for cool , rainy reprieve
Crows muster high atop centurion Oaks
Bluebirds and Sparrows work the grass like -
two old time blokes as the ice melts away in -
a frosty *** and Coke* ......

When the orchestra begins to play
serene melodies eternally free,
drifting over gifts of hypnotic beauty,
lifting you out from the depths of the sea,

A triumphant entry rises the curtain,
and the fantasy-overture starts its story,
as wondrous morning celebrates passion
striking heart chords with fresh glory,

Waves of the sound wash over thee,
as tempo rubato steals beats of free rhythm,
giving birth to vibrant embellished pearls,
preserving the virtuoso’s flawless gift,  

Violine pleading into the waltz of roses
rhythmic freedom mingling  harmonic trills,
dazzling whirlwinds diffusing tasteful fragrance
carried by fairy tales over hills,

Dreamy melodies slip under the gateway,
hummers striking piano strings
broken chords accompanied by murky
nocturnal interlude, where words cannot fit,

Unnoticed by the virtuoso’s glistening tears
witnessing in silence mesmerizing
sounds that would never be held
in-time at the discretion of the soloist,

Lost halfway in the ebullient coda,
and musing under the canopy of the stars,
glittering gold blazing display of bravata,
entering their kingdom in discrete contrabass,  

When the orchestra begins to play
serene melodies eternally free,
drifting over gifts of hypnotic beauty,
lifting you out from the depths of the sea.

It's weird how **** changes.
I remember all them young dudes,
they worked a crowd
like the Flatbush mafia,
they didn't drive hummers,
they demanded them
& when they didn't get their way,
they clicked their ******* fingers
to shake loose hell.

Even the cops were scared of them,
but not Molly,
she wore an original tattoo,
people wonder
what happened to her.
Some say
she became a lizard queen
and joined Jim.
I guess anything is possible.

Back stage everyone was in a huff getting ready for the show
The critics were in the balconies
The understudies waited jealously in the wings
A fresh crop of new actors were about to take the plunge
To some this was just a pit stop to fame
To others this was their big break
And to the rest it was a moment where people would chew them out and pick at all their rookie moves
The actresses eye make up so rainbow-vibrant
Like oil spots
Popping Dramamine so they'll be able to stomach the ride
The men putting brill cream in their hair
Looking like quaffed oil slicks
Like they ran their fingers down an dip stick and applied generously
They all had great, even sun tans
Melanoma was of no concern in the tanning beds
And the burnt skin was just picked away
Sunspots

Here it comes curtain call
"Places everyone"
Time for this debacle
Everyone take a lap at the salt lick for luck

Take a bow
Not a dry eye in the house
They cast recedes back stage
Crying, hugging
They congratulate each other
But now live in paranoia of what the reviews will say
The applause outside is nonstop
They're all gonna need Melatonin to sleep and end the excited squeaks

They all get in their cars
Their SUV's
4 doors
2 doors
Hummers
All terrain vehicles
Taxis
Buses
Trains
And get rest for the next show tomorrow

As I'm left here driven to madness by guilt
Because I paid off the crowd to clap and the pundits to write rave reviews
That was the act for this evening, a tor de force production

Nodding at the daylight
I'm beginning to see
That everything in this world
Comes down to a simple choice

Moonlight on the terrace
Stars in the sky
The apples in the barrel
Oh' lady, why you gotta' cry?
It's just you and me here tonight
Everything's gonna' be alright

See that horizon blistering cherry red
What else can be said about beauty
That already hasn't been said?
Not enough of this world sees the simple
Your perry winkle eyes
Your dawn lit dimples
Scootch over here a little

These streets are nameless
The roads are dark
This soul of mine is feeling bare
Feeling downright stark
Can it be that I'm growing old
Or am I just beginning to see
A different kinda' light?
So many questions
So little time...
Don't know if I'm every gonna' make it
Out of this God awful town
I feel a hand reach out
But I've already drowned

Money is the devil
And love are our angels
Little sister
Little brother
Come on down and
Visit dear old mother
There ain't nobody else
You'll never find another

Take my hand
By the river
The moon hangs in the sky
Little a silver sliver
Toads are chirping
The birds have all gone to sleep
Walk soft through the reeds, you said,
Don't make a peep

I've attended all the banquets
I've seen all the scenes
I've burned all the trinkets
I've gone where all have been
Don't take my word for it
There's many things to see
But make sure you know
That nothing is truly make believe

The truth is a cheshire
Grinning in the shadows
Being there
As well as not
All construction goes asway
As Shakespeare once said
Make your bed
Watch the sun
Remember to laugh
And hold the hand of the daff

The heart attack machine
Is tinted yellow
Like the teeth of a thousand old
A cradled cat meows on the fence post
All ridicule in asides
When we were sending letters
And you read them upside down
I thought you said you were smiling
But you were actually wearing  a frown
At least we've got our lies
And our truths we whispered
Sitting on the bedside

Out of this chaos comes
No solution
Look at all of this
Thick tangled up pollution
We've got men
With guns
Sisters dressed in costumes,
But who knows
If they aim to be nuns?
I've got no present
I've got no past
All that can be forgotten,
Can.
Let yourself go
Soar where the wind
Tears you to bits and the cold
Forces you to forget
Everything you've ever been told
Little sister watch my palm
Read the songs
Past the music

All is not tragic

Chilly blade used on the foray
All stories
Have their
Ending.
Take no advice.
Record no spending.
All friends
Lost in death
Are the ones
That will
Forever last.

Butterflies on the edge of pen.
All your letters
Are sent away.
The trees outside are on fire,
The sky is too.
When you said you were one of them,
Your skin turned a deep blue.
All the bank men have my number
While I'm laying in my bed in slumber.
"How much?" he asks, "For one of your
Famous hummers?"
"Two-twenty-five," licked the lips,
"Aren't you a swell smelling stunner."

Nail in the wall
That holds no frame
Love in the stall
She doesn't have a name
Can it be baby
That our love ain't any different
That we're all just
The same?
Door opens wide
And I'm filled with pride
Can't believe my luck
That I don't
Have to choose a side.

Wicked car ride through the Appalachian trails
Most men I know
Have little or no luck.
The dead end is glaring.
We all plan our weekend trips.
Where are our spoils?
I'm beginning to toil
On the empty hopelessness of it all.
Wipe my eyes clean of this dirt
I want to see through them
One last time
You've made my dreams come true
You've let me see through
Give me my pen
Give me my paper
I've got one last ride in the rhyme

Heavy metal bars around my mind
All appetizers are served on the side
Bar down the street is closed - batter down the hatches
Every witch that was burned
Every son that was hung
Has a memory to bright to fade away
They take the place of stars
And the rifling engines of muscle cars.

Oh' courage
Lion's eye
Turtle's will
A favorite sonnet
For the blonde eyed bonnet
This grass under my feet is wet
With the dew of you
Tears were never your
Strong suit
Am I talking to you
Or the man behind?
The cracks in the sidewalk
Are breathing, winking, tingling
With the thought of you
And you only.

Praise the one walking alone
At 5 am
They walk alone
With all their bones
Revealing themselves
Like a hidden Sun
The winter comb
Hasn't yet made their tomb
There's no home for the wicked
Or a time too soon

Alright...we've had enough
Of the chivalry. She removed
Her hand in a vicious kind of way.
There wasn't much else
Left to say. Take what you want from her,
But me, you're gonna have to bleed
For what I've made. Daring
Blade, sinister trade, forget all that was
Made before you were released as sane.
Write down the pain.
Memorize all that was writ'
About your
Dear disease.
Take the handkerchief son,
If you're going to sneeze.

All postage should be signed
And forged
By the gorge on the left-side
Of the
Forgotten hillside.
All presents forwarded to
Dr. Nine Glen Opposites.
He takes no calls.
Secretaries hold all wishes, grants,
And mishaps.
We are the internet age.

Get used to it and
Forget
The day before
Yesterday, as well as today.

Signing off.

Presentable Shades
Of the miscued Actor
Number Two.

The sound of utensils being stored
'just so'
A second cup of joe
A post card Dusk soon to follow
Red sky traveling West
Fir Trees begin to shadow our
little 'Brick Nest'
Hummers relish their final feast
The Harvest Moon takes over the painted East* ...

Thoughts and rain wile
away the night
Lightning blue shrouds
a lonely eastern March sky
Guitars and tea , bugs collecting
on a porch light , a whippoorwill
sighs , an barn owl begins to cry , the
brown bats have now come alive ,
the hummers will return , the garden
will soon need seeding , green grass
and sunshine will once again meet ,
children will return to the street ,
for the March winter is fleeting* ...

Our words were mesmerised, unable at
each attempt to describe the end of day
the sun took its story - the spectacle of hues and ribbons between gold fire and greyblack crimsons - beyond Wolumbin - reclining grandmother - crag head facing skyward - omniscient - pausing inbreath grandeur

Taking our gaze, the cloud hummers went westerly - tribal souls migrating in unison -
their mentor and guide a following breeze
and curiously the stars appeared above them
as if flying in formation against the trend
missiles or satellites - not afraid - in awe - we saluted the spectacle - swaying in silence and wonder
Martinos @ 2018

Odonata , your timing is impeccable
Gracing my window with colorful perfection
Restoring my faith in the human condition
Chasing the Hummers with buzzing emotion
Doubling back to start as if your craving my devotion
Bluedart Skimmer it's getting late , return to your
abode along placid Port Lake
Lie still beside shore with the departure of day and
thank you once again for your enchanting ways* ....

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

                                Indian Summer

Late, errant honeybees still swarm about
The hummers’ feeder in the afternoons
While lingering sunlight warms October days
Like lovers reluctant to say goodbye

Our little apian friends in chorus sing
A fading summer-song, before the frost
Sends workers home among soft, leafy ways
Of air and mist, over stubbled fields at rest

In that quiet hour before the moon
Ascends to light the autumn safely home

To end an impasse,
I had placed a yellow rose
on your lips.

Where the world ends, my
poem starts to seal the bond.

A flock of birds flies- to reconnect
the warring factions of blue winds.
And the chemistry of river,
sings in between the two.

The green rattlesnake, falls from
the moon, stops the enmity. You are
not afraid, not nervous.

The hummers are in vogue,
flying backward. I will bring
the caped jasmine to celebrate
the truce.

You are now astute
beautiful inside. The bell
will not toll today.

So …
For Whom Will The BELL …
..... REALLY TOLL … ?!?

Online TROLLS...
Whose Comments Go …
Up... Peoples' Nose …. !?!

NO Prose NO Coc'...
Just ROCKING Boats …
Because Their Flow …
Cuts To The BONE … !!!

Or For Those Who Expel.....
What Are CLEARLY …
…. " FOUL SMELLS " … !!!

Or Will It Toll For Those...
Who Will NOT Atone … !!!
For IGNORANCE SHOWN …
In Jokes They Quote... ???

I Guess Karma KNOWS … ???

And Will One Day EXPOSE...
Those Who Have HOLES …
... Within Their Souls …

Those Who LACK Faith … !!!!!
So Are …. INHUMANE...
In Moves That They Make...

Because Their Claim To FAME …
Is Being Named Human STAINS … !!!!!

The Types Who MAINTAIN …
That … WRONG And Strong …
ALWAYS … Get Along … ?!?!?

Even When Swan Songs …
... FINALIZE Epilogues … !!!

So... DO YOU Fit The Role … ???
of Those Who'll PAY A TOLL … !?!

Cos' You LACK CONTROL … !?!
And Live In LOOPHOLES … ?!?

From Brothers To Mothers
To … SIGNIFICANT Others …

Too MANY Now Smother …
Loopholes With Their BLUNDERS …  
As If They'll STAY … "Covered" … ?!?
Like... BULLET PROOF Hummers … !!!

These People Just PLUNDER …
And Then Sit And Wonder  …
Why Lightning And Thunder …
Encompass Their Summers  …. !!!

They Hear THUNDER CLAPS …
Then... Start To REACT … !!!

Instead of … EASING Back …
And RE-THINKING Their Plans …  

The Bell Has Them SCARED … !!!
Cos' They're Just NOT Prepared …
To Face Up To … CHARGES … !!!

That FILL CERTAIN Chairs … !!!

They're … Devil May Care … !!!
Because Their Card's MARKED …
With Hearts That Are DARK … !!!!!

They CLAIM To Be SMARTEST … !!!
And Normally FASTEST …. !!!!
To... Flood Up Their Market …
Because They're The HARDEST … !!!!!

These Days I Sit LAUGHING …
At These MOVING TARGETS …
Because They're ******* … !!!
And CLEARLY LACK Smartness … !!!

Just Like These … HOT Girls …
In Their WONDERLAND Worlds … !?!

Who THINK Cos' They're Pretty …
That They Can Act … ****** … ?!?

It's Really A PITY … !!!!!
Cos' When Their **** Gets OLD … !!!
They Make HOT Turn To COLD … !!?!!

And Make Diggin' Their Hole...
Feel Like LOSING Your SOUL … !!!!!

NOT THAT I Would Know  …
Married Men Tell Me So … !!!!!

I AVOID THESE Female Vipers … !!!
Who Set Boys Up Like Spiders …

Cos' Their Web Is *** …
And YES Giving Head … !!!
Until All That's Left …
Is Falling … Pregnant …  

It Seems That **** Heads … !!!
QUICKLY Give Them Children … ?!?

Maybe Cos' They're DUMB … !!?!!
Or Because These ***** …
LIKE … *** In Their BUMS … !!?!!

The Proof's EVIDENT … !!!
When These Men RESENT …
Their Children's ESSENCE … !?!

Because of jumping Into Beds …
With These Types of Women  …. !!!

Who … MESSED UP Their Heads … !?!
Because of What … *** … ??!??

And THAT'S Their DEFENCE … ?!?

Well... Bells Toll For Them … !!!
As They Do **** Women … !!!
Who As Time Unfolds ……....................

REALLY SHOW How They Roll …
When They're SNIFFING ******* … !!?!!

Who STILL DON'T Seem To KNOW … ?!?
That … *******' That GLITTER...  
Are... NOT Good To Go … !!!!

So … WATCH For These HOLES …
Where … DIRTINESS FLOWS … !!!

These Holes AREN'T Composed …
of... NUTRIENTS YO ….. !!!!!!

So Here's My LAST QUOTE …
NOBODY'S Above Falling In Love …
Or Making … BAD Choices … !!!
But DON'T Get TOO BOISTEROUS … !!!!!

Cos' It's NOT Okay … !!!
To Play You Are BOLD …
And Show NO CONTROL … ?!?

Cos' What Will You Say… ?
If …. One Day YOU FACE …

A POWER SO GREAT ….  !!!!!
That It DECIDES YOUR FATE …

And Holds ALL THE NOTES …

For …

... " When Your Bell Tolls " …

Sprout your wings
They’re a sky,
A guise that
Holds you down.

(Words are only weighed and written
To carry our attention,
Else like the paper
We would fly away.)

Some Hummingbird
Humming its say;

All the poetry is up for grabs,
Only a translation from
Thin air to modern day.

And soon the condolences to
the skies
Will stop,
And as there is none for me,
Soon there will be no hum for the wind.

As if to simply
Acknowledge our presence
I flew by.

Looking through the window,
I saw him lying there
In his coffin.
Dressed to impress
Royal fools and vermin
In disguise.

We are scavengers
Picketing at dead religion,
Eating what is left -
We are left.

Niche-nest negated,
I will make a nest
Of my heart.
I will steal the spider's web
Whose absence is dismissed
Whose silence is understood
Whose presence is disagreeable.
And one day birds will fly
And lay their eggs in yours.

These hummers will fly blindly and without direction,
And though they'll find another nest,
Save the nest that is
This poem.

Well It Seems That The Truth...
Is That A LOT of Pursuits...
AREN'T REALLY That Cool... !!!

Like The Pursuit of WEALTH...
ABOVE... Mental Health... !!!

And The Pursuit of FAME...
To Have Yourself Placed...
In A World Full of SNAKES...
Who Have... NO SHAME...
And Are MOSTLY... FAKE... !!!

Because Names In The Game...
DON'T Seem To Play STRAIGHT...

When It Comes To ****...
And Things That... STING...
For Them To Get In...
And Get STINKING Rich... !!!

A Pursuit That STINKS...
... Do You Get The Link... !?!

Because Industry Links...
Seem To Employ Tricks...
As Well As... RACISTS... !!!

And When It Comes To Kids...
Their Tricks Become SICK... !!!

Cos’ Their Pursuit of Them...
Has Caused PROBLEMS...
And Lead To... DEATHS... !!!

Because of The STRESS...
That Affect Young Heads...
When They Are Children... !!!

Because of ABUSES...
That MOGULS Be Using...
That Keep On ABUSING...
Just Like... PAEDOPHILES...
Who DON'T Seem To Stand Trial... !?!

Some Pursuits When Profiled...
Make Some People Act WILD... !!!

Like Those Who See ***...
As Something To GET...
NO MATTER What METHODS...
They Use For... *** Sessions... !?!

Many Are... FOUND...
To Pursue More Than HOUNDS...
With Those BASKERVILLE' Sounds... !!!
The DOC' And SHERLOCK...
PURSUE... Like Them COPS... !!!

Who CHOKE Men To DEATH...
When Their Knees Pressure Necks...
To Their Very LAST BREATH... !!!

Because Their Pursuits Lend...
Themselves To New Trends...
Like Those That NOW MATTER...
When Death Becomes BLACKER...
Than... Racist Attackers... !!!

You See Some Pursuits SHATTER... !!!

And Fuel PRETTY CHATTER...
That Pursues A New Chapter...
Where Black Folks Aren’t Left...
By Policemen For DEAD... !!!

You See This Poetry...
Is One That Yes Deals...
In..... REALITY.....

NOT... Pursuing POWER...
Like Those Who Now COWER...
In Bunkers Like Trumpers...
of... IGNORANT Numbers...

My Pursuit NEVER Slumbers...
Or... Pursues Those HUMMERS...
Like Suckers Now DUMBER...
Than Dumber And Dumber... !?!

It’s Really A WONDER...
Why People Pursue...
And... Do What They Do... ?!?

To IMPRESS... Be WELL DRESSED...
And Pursue What’s WORTHLESS... !?!

“It’s All Relative...”

Is What Some Would Suggest...

However To BETTER Your MIND...
... Is The Type...
of Pursuit I Now Like... !!!

Cos To Tell Y’all The TRUTH...
I’m TIRED of LIFE...
And Pursuing A Wife...
Good Times And Good Vibes...

Cos This Life’s Given PROOF... !!!
That It’s Best To Be SHREWD...

And To NOT Get TOO Cute...
When It Comes To The Moves...
You Pull To Be... “ COOL “...

It’s Like Pulling A Tooth... !!!

You Must Go To The ROOT...
of What Lies WITHIN YOU... !!!!!

So Be CAREFUL What You Choose...
And Be... WISE And ASTUTE...

When It... Comes Down To.....

....... “ What You Pursue “......

It’s still spring…
With a hint of summer
Guess I’ll call it Sprummer

Actual opposite of ******
This seasonal fecund trend
The great greening of the world

Blossoms still coming with some already gone
Trees leafing fully with some still nascent
Every abundant hue of green in view

Festival of chirping; birds flirting
Copious coos of doves in love
Swooshing thrums of the hummers

Morning rain
After noon sun
Evening pending

Axis tilt-a-whorl
Wobbly earthiness
Glorious, wonderful transition!

Welcome, SPRUMMER!

So ... Who Do You See … ?
When You Look In … " Your Mirror " … ???

Someone COMPLETE Or Someone Whose Glimmer …
Isn't Quite As Bright As You Might Like … ?!?

Now M.J. Has Passed ... His Song Still HARKS … !!!
Like White Does SHARKS With Racist Hearts ... !!!!!

Ms. America Now Has Caused Some FROWNS … !!!
Because Her Figure And Colour Has Triggered …

IGNORANT Fingers To Suggest Their Mirrors …
Would Rather NOT SEE … " Asian Beauty " … !!!!

REPRESENT …. " THEM " …. !!!!!

... "She's not American !" ...

Were Messages Sent To The Internet ...

Some Seemed SURPRISED … ?
So I'm Asking …… " WHY " …… ?!?!?

Their Mirror … " REFLECTS " …
As It's … ALWAYS DONE … !!!

A LACK of RESPECT … !!!
For Anything BEYOND Their Own Kingdom …

A Kingdom Built On IGNORANCE, GUILT And Dollar Bills … !!!

While Reflections SHOW ...
That All That's American … Is NOT GOLD ... !!!!!

In Fact … TRUTH Be Told …. !!!
They're ... Kind of BOLD ...
To Be Leaving Their Home ….
To Impose Controls On Foreign Zones ...

When It's CLEAR They Adhere To Racist Jeers …
Because of FEARS That ... Their Nations NEAR …
To People of Colour ... Clapping Like THUNDER … !!!!!
In Support of Each Other Instead of Buying HUMMERS … !!!!!

Does Your Mirror Reflect An Ignorant Head … ?!?

Or … One Who Checks Themselves For DEFECTS … ?

The Type That FLY In Blinkered Minds ...
Who REFUSE To See Who They ... TRULY BE …. !!?!!

A Vulnerable Soul Who Lacks CONTROL … !!!
When It Comes To Facing Up To … IGNORANT Stunts … !!!
They Pull For FUN That Just ARENT'T FUNNY … !!!!!
The Type That DUMMYS ... Wrap Up Like MUMMYS … !!!

Because They're Glimmer's For … DIM and DIMMER …  !!!!!

I'm NO Dave Schwimmer Or Olympic Swimmer ... !!!

But I Reflect Like Mirrors …
Because I'm A THINKER Who DOESN'T Wear BLINKERS … !!!!!

Because Those Who DO ...
Have TAINTED Views of How They Move …

Because of ISSUES ...
They Refuse To Remove From Their Bathrooms … !?!

When They Look At THEMSELVES In The … " Light of Day " ...
Instead They PRETEND That They're …. " OKAY " …. !!!

Girls Get Made Up … Fellas Run A Muck … !!!
And DON'T Give A THOUGHT To What They IGNORE … !!!!!

Internal WARS ...
That Seep From Their Pores …
Kind of Like …. " SAW " … !!!

Which Is NOT GOOD … !!!!!

Broken Mirrors In View …
Locked In … "DARK Rooms" ... !!!
Cos' You … LIED To YOU … !!!!!

See Some Mirrors Consume An Abundance of GUILT … !!!!!
In Souls Who Wilt ... In The Presence of TRUTH …

Unable To Shift What Lies Within …
The GUILT FILLED Things That TOLL BELLS RING … !!!!!

Because of SINS With Which … They LIVE … !!!

Their Mirrors Are CRACKED And That's A FACT … !!!!!

What They See Is CLEAR … !!!
If Somewhat … " SMEARED " ... !!!

Because They DENY What Lies Inside …
Their Body And Soul And INNER Mind ….

How They Roll Is A Story UNTOLD … ?!?
Because They Choose To Hide ... From REALITY'S Bite … !!!!!

Looking In Their Mirrors …
SOMEHOW With BLIND EYES ... !?!

BELIEVING ... They Are Winners …
Which Is Just ... ANOTHER LIE … !!!!!!!!

They HAPPILY Deny …
They'd Rather Not … Ask Why …
They Lie To Fuel Their Life …

Maybe ... Because Their Pride …
Makes Them Feel That They're Alright ... !!!!!!
My Mirror's FILLED With Lines That Prove To Me … " I'm Fine " …

NO Tainted Views Or Thoughts Confused … ?!?
Cos' I Choose To Refuse ...
Having My Issues Consume My Moods … !!!!!
Because of Moves I Chose To Use That Were Not Shrewd … !!!

NOPE … That's NOT ME … !!!!

My Mirror's CLEAN And Reflects CLARITY … !!!!!

Some See … UGLY … ?!?
While I See BEAUTY ...
And ….. " HUMILITY " ……

SUPERFICIAL Glows Are Now … " ON SHOW " …
In TOO MANY Homes And TOO MANY Bones ... !!!!!

The Man in MY Mirror Has Learned To Simmer ...
And OPEN My Eyes To A … " World of Rhymes " … !!!
That REFLECT My Life And ... Others In Sight …

WITHOUT Letting Pride Become What Defines …
The Way I Write About … Peoples' Lives … !!!

It Is What It Is NO Tricks or Gimmicks … !!!

Just Lyrical Fitness …
That Flows With A … " Slickness " … !!!

My Mirror Bears Witness …
To How I GROW With This ... !!!!!

SKILL That Now Lingers ...
Within My LONG Fingers … !!!!!

Like I Said ….
I'm NO Swimmer or Olympic Winner … !!!!!
But I'm PROUD To Be A THINKER … !!!

Whose Question Is … THIS …

What Is It You See When You Look In …

…. " Your Mirror " ….  ?

I love so many things, but I hate so many things…
I hate the darkness of the night, but I love what the
    daylight brings...

I hate the lightning when it flashes, but I love the sound of
    thunder…
I love my friends and family, but I hate the cancer that
    put some under… 
 
I Love my better half with all my heart, but I hate it when she
    sings…
I hate it when she is sad, but I love what her smile brings…

I hate the winter’s windy cold, but I love a warm breeze in
    summer…
I love classic old cars, but I really hate those Hummers…

I love being in the water, but I hate pruned hands…
I hate the sticky mud, but I love the warm sand…

I hate being upset, but I love being quite and calm…
I love when you say “I love you”, but I hate it when you say
    “you’re the bomb”…

I love to kiss you all day long, but I hate it when you are away…
I hate it when we’re not together, but I love you more
    each day…

I hate that we are so far apart, but I love our face time on our
    phones…
I love thinking of you throughout the day, but I hate it  
    when I'm home alone...

Yes, there are things I hate, thankfully just a few, but I love many
    things so much more and one of them is you...

Monarch butterflies
Go back and forth
Mexico to Northeast US

To Alaska
From Baja swim
Great blue whales

Hummers, flycatchers and warblers
Orioles, and swallows seasonally
Fly their North-South routes

So do people
All the world over
Fleeing oppression

How do we treat them?
Less than human?
Better than butterflies?