round a
corner
through
the dark of a forest's canopy
almost to the edge
of the boundary
you'll see it
at the turn of the river
it sets a glow
a turn of eye
you can't miss
follow
the sunburst in
the clouded sky
it will show you
where
fairies and urchins dwell
in peace
and tiny things good grow
gonna take  over the earth one day
this small place will
and make the world glow

vision to make a painting-sculpture
work
a landscape
to catch
the essence
verve the epitome
of glorious sunlight
in the morning
dew
on your back
in the woods
when we awoke
naked and I caught
that emblazoned
picture forever in my mind
of
of your naked
shoulder
Highlighted glistening
in all God's glory
in our nest
in the pines
in a sanctuary, I visit
often trying to
savor

wisteria in the spring
her color a gorgeous violet
and she entwines  the senses
and I once knew a woman
that tamed one
had a wrist-thick
limb her kids could sit on

I gotta
say a few things
before I go
to sleep

I gots this urge
you know
this welling up
inside me

I wish I could hug everyone
every soul every ****** one of you
I want to kiss  
a few

I just don't have time

the fallow field looms on
as the sky draws nigh dark
forlorn
fuzzy seeds from dandelions
grow high on the breeze
furrows run straight on over the slight rise
of the mid hill
on the eastern side
all seems peaceful
and the moon speaks his misty taunt
over the dark silhouettes
of evergreens
planted years ago to break
the wind
all is  calm
I feel farrowed forlorn
watching
I feel silhouetted


on a horizon
on the eastern side
on top the slight rise
following the furrows

I walk on

bad *** babe I met
a while back, we hit it off
immediately
then she confessed
she has been in love three years
and it took my breath away

I told her to keep her hat on
whilst we danced
and she curtsied
so femininely I **** near came then
we talked warily
then it seemed like I knew her

I saw she was much my other side
a reflection in the mirror
the yin to my yang
the flip side my nickle
pretty and shinier
and her

I wish I could make a nest
like  out of limbs and twigs
found things and make it beauty beyond a robin's nest
to her
to make sweet sounds
whistle

pose my tail feathers up

even in these times of Armeggedon
the sky is falling
end of days prophecies
I aspire to
seeing everyone's ear glued to a phone
electronic coming of age wired humans
three years old
gots  cell phones I podPads google
better than I walk
http: ?/youngs/.what?
they know
maybe life's gonna be a combo of
Electronics and wired brains and 3D
everything
still
we gonna have to deal with all

these hurricanes
and shootings
lord
I gonna start hanging out with republicans who
support gun-rights
just to feel safe
in a crowd

I. the September
the August past
a November rush
of cold air
warmth hast
forsaken these bones

every leaf has fallen
along the path
the young men plunder
or forever render useless
a waste of genius

and we sit as stumps
alongside tender shoots of grass
and striving pines
new
small as urchins here

we watch all the hustle bustle
to fro hurrying
and wonder
how those humans do it
looking at the orange

of the sunset
glow

It began rhyming
started out to be special
got so ****** depressing
I left it by the side

of  Highway 59
like a car
with a flat tire
and walked away

into the distance I walked
for years
and ten times
turned around

strode a hundred yards back
said **** that
and kept on trying to reach
Tupelo

I was in Arkansas
then
alone the cars whizzing by
the only constant

horns and bellowing
gusts of hot air
hellos
high approached

bariton-ed
away like a fog
horn
sad

and cars weren’t ever
the reason for my
soreness
as I looked up
at the sun

Ten times last one ten hours past one
ten things to do before I pass on
or gain a new perspective
or listen to my sub-conscious' directive
to pass on to someone my knowledge
what I learned in the school of hard knocks
or just sit here give the world one last whirl
maybe get drunk run through
the cornfields again naked
play ring around the rosy
or pass out
spread-eagled glorious in the
morning on the grass
with full double visions
the sun peeking
over yonder past
the scrub oaks in
the distance
at last
I've found her
she glows
and the darkness
empties the world
like a toilet flushed
counter-clockwise
pure water and hope
now

multi-physicality tight-assed blue jeans
cleavage like two headlights on an old
Cadillac smiling as if she swallowed
all the tequila in  Brazil
hips swaying left around right
into my dizzy thoughts
right there in my living room
I get my sway on
cowboyed booting kick over the
coffee table
swear ****** and she giggles
wiggles close closer still and
we dance vertical so good!
party, y'all!

hops and little bounds around holes
rabbit jumps and sounds
four-legged tiptoeing now
abound

softly furry cuteness how that
makes adults protect the new ones
cuddle protect every ugly baby
resound

awwwww  cute baby when it
has four eyes and an ugly old bald
head
wrinkled skin
and blood red eyes
crossededly

looking here and there slobbering
hell no one pities me
and I look the same

suppose peace gonna overcome
someday?
I've tried to help old ladies
bums
been a **** drunk discovering
the bottom
my self
given my heart soul and money
to orphaned animals
try to give forward

draw peace signs
in hidden places
and all caps LOVE
I hide in library books about the
holocaust
at times

I've sat giving lectures to the birds
to ants to trees, leaving traces
of my heart at their
root
and they seemed to listen
be aware of man's atrocities
clap applaud at times

I've been a minstrel
self-ministered
drawn on theologies
and  pathology
drawn and painted every self-portrait
I could while seeing
nothing

deeper
or wiser than
a sunbeam through limbs on the green
soft grass  near a calm stream
hearing her flowing musics
and cried among the bird chirps
and watched for hours
ants toil

trying so hard
so hard
to recognize

Fifty-nine hard seems short now years
today heard about a massacre
Fifty-eight, so far have died,
all strangers to the psychopath
who mowed them down
and I sat stunned crying
then heard about Tom
and tears fell down my face over my hands
fifty-nine known just today lives taken
so much more I sit listening to Last dance
with Mary-Jane
thinking of  everyone who died today
and didn't make the news but
i cry anyways

You know sometimes, I don't know why
But this old town just seems so hopeless
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times
Were just a little bit more in focus
But when she puts her arms around me
I can somehow rise above it
Yeah, man when I got that little girl standin' right by my side
You know, I can tell the whole wide world "shove it!" Hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right; she is all I need tonight

Every now and then I get down to the end of the day
And I have to stop and ask myself why I've done it
It just seems so useless to have to work so hard
And nothin' ever really seems to come from it

And then she looks me in the eye and says
"We're gonna last forever"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, cause it just feels so good, and so free, and so right!
I know we ain't never gonna change our minds about it - hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right, she is all I need tonight
(Watch her walk)

Every time it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more
I find myself having to reach out and grab hold of something
Yeah, I just catch myself wondering, waiting, worrying
About some silly little things that don't add up to nothin'

And then she looks me in the eye and says
"We're gonna last forever"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, cause it just feels so good, and so free, and so right!
I know we ain't never gonna change our minds about it - hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right, she is all I need tonight..

continuing to
    indicate myself
          describe in words
               those hidden parts
fortuitous did
     I think ahead
            those years ago
                I named myself

a  pseudonym
     a combo of
                 my dream
                       and a one-eared
painter

Charged headlong off-white
red gilled hard as any man can
rammed into the fortress
forehead first saw stars
and  stuttered
puked
then got my strength back
charged again
a bull in a straitjacket
wild I went off
all the sweat and pheromones
mutating my body into steel
and iron
so I charged again
unafraid
stupidly drunk
predisposed to rescuing
my snow white
from the evils of corporate
America and the rich guys
and she looked up saw my swollen eyes
came down from her tower
and took me to
her apt on Park Avenue
(how hell she pay for that)
but I was drunken by
thudding my head against
windmills
and took her to bed
thundered
like a lion on steroids took my lady hard
and lovingly
woke up
The next day to a note
left on the pillow
and banged my head on the
wall

If were I to see a way to not be me or
to see a day
I could be anybody
If were the day to only be longer
many things
might be
I see
If were I to see myself truly
I may be surprised
Perhaps I am okay
or the right time has come where
If I were to be a
an apple or peach or bean
and I was picked
by someone
maybe a fair laddie
put into her basket
taken home
might I sprout?

to be a word
the poem of the day
or perhaps a leaf
on an elm tree
maybe
the dew on the lawn
in the morning
or the frosty vignette
on a window cold
or a  refreshing drink to some
parched soul
someday a remembered
orange glow on some
long distance horizon
or kept
just my name
in a chain
in a locket
on some
beauties neck

when you die
or I
pass
one of us left
shall we dance
again
ever?

just in my vehicle
on my way home
like anyone and
blue lights flash

I am red
I am mexican
I am black
am I scared

why **** yes!!
they got guns ! Dude

Right On Mike!!

Here's a strategy
Surround yourself with Generals
old glory and the anthem
Pick fights with ethnicities you don't like with twitter rantings
Trump is an Emperor there is no doubt
A self absorbed narcissistic caricature born of empirical arrogance
Government is no longer in entity that needs to be studied
All you have to do is run it like a business and reject the proclamations of Jefferson and Madison as mere *******
Banksters become Patriots creating wealth on Franklin's printing press with interest
While Paul Reveres ancestors boo the players who protest
White privilege never ends
White privilege never sacrifices it's position
Instead deflects by omission creates hallowed traditions
Calls it history or sacrifice
ghostly heroes
rise from the dead
Gory glory hallelujah
Congress raise your fists
Your purple stained fingers plugging your ears
Social and economic justices
fell behind and now are in arrears
And there is hell to pay
In this American way....

lauren elise  Normally I wouldn't instigate like this, but NFL players aren't simply taking a knee for the fun of it. If you want to go as far back as Normandy, let's talk about the forced migration of slaves to the United States, the colonialist division of African nations, and the pillaging and ****** that accompanied that. Let's talk about the forced separation of black families as they were sold off like livestock, the rapes of slave women, the beatings of slave men. Let's talk about the implemented indentured servitude after slavery was abolished, that kept free black people enslaved and poor because they had no resources, no money and no dignity. The lynchings and the discrimination. Let's talk about the de jure segregation that divided school districts, neighborhoods, and deprived people of color of access to equal education and job opportunities. How about the exclusion of black women from women's rights movements? They did not receive the same rights at the same time as white women. When segregation was abolished, how about the de facto segregation, the redlining, the defunding of black neighborhoods that sentenced them to poverty and disqualified them this American notion of "equal opportunity?" What about when the poverty and lack of education increased the crime and drug activity that has led to the mass criminalization of black communities? The school to prison pipeline? Think about the fact that people of color have not been legally "equal" to white people for even 100 years. The police brutality today mirrors the police brutality of the Civil Rights era. Everything that black people face on this day is a result of the dehumanization and discrimination that white people imposed on them from the start. This is not coincidental protest. This is not ungrateful. Our soldiers have fought for our rights from the start, but not always for the rights of people of color. Peaceful protest is an American right. Plus, let's not talk about disrespect for American soldiers and veterans when our very own "President" is the first person to disrespect them.

dabnagit  Travel back to before the nation began
and see Crispus Attucks killed — the
first American to die for American freedom, a freedom denied to his African and Native American forebears. Take a knee to honor his sacrifice and the other four dead.

Take a knee in grief that he who would become president minimized these first martyrs as "a motley rabble of saucy boys, negros and molattoes, Irish teagues and outlandish Jack Tarrs.”

Stand at Morris Island, South Carolina, where American soldiers fought to keep a young nation whole, a field of blue with 35 stars, not 22. Take a knee for the 54th Massachusetts Voluntary Infantry and its score killed at Fort Wagner, a hundred more presumed dead.

Take a knee in grief that the U.S. Army rescinded its promise of equality and paid the 54th little more than half a white soldier's monthly pay. Take a knee in awe at those who refused any pay that was less, yet died with "Massachusetts and Seven Dollars a Month!" on their lips, defending their white comrsdes' retreat.

Take a knee for Sgt. Medgar Evers, who defeated fascists at Normandy only to be killed by them once he was back home.

Take a knee from the suckerpunch by a U.S. senator from Mississippi in 1917, who said the return of black veterans would “inevitably lead to disaster.” Once you “impress the ***** with the fact that he is defending the flag” and “inflate his untutored soul with military airs,” it would be easy for him to conclude “his political rights must be respected.” Take a knee to honor those who died defending freedom. Take a knee to weep for the sharp rise in lynchings after both world wars — following the return of those impressed, untutored ***** souls inflated with military airs for having served.

Look at the lists, look at the videos, look at the witness testimony, look at the double standard: Amadou Diallo. Manuel Loggins Jr. Ronald Madison. Kendra James. Sean Bell. Eric Garner. Michael Brown. Alton Sterling. Philando Castile. (Take a knee; this could take awhile.) Akiel Denkins. Gregory Gunn. Samuel DuBose. Brendon Glenn. Freddie Gray. Natasha McKenna. Walter Scott. Christian Taylor. Ezell Ford. Akai Gurley. Laquan McDonald. (Take a breath.) Tamir Rice. Yvette Smith. Jamar Clark. Rekia Boyd. Shereese Francis. Ramarley Graham. LaTanya Haggerty. Margaret LaVerne Mitchell. And on and on. And on.

Take a knee for the unarmed, or subdued, or even fleeing men and women killed by officers pledged to protect and serve. Take a knee too for the officers killed by gun-toting gangsters…or by homeowners fearing a home invasion. While you're at it, take a knee for the more than 50 people killed every year by toddlers exercising their Second Amendment rights.

And take a knee for the soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines who died so that a football player can take a knee as long as some people are shot by police in the back, or even when down, or even after they're on their knees…while others for some reason are far less likely to be shot in the same circumstances. Take a knee, Rodin-like, and ponder why.

Take a knee and join those who are taking a knee out of respect not only for the flag, but for the republic for which it stands, one nation…

(Striving to be a more perfect union)

…under God…

(Who "created all men equal"; "male and female he created them.")

…indivisible…

("Build that wall!" "Lock her up!" "Fire the sons of ******* if they won't stand for this flag but run them over if they protest a rebel flag!")

…with liberty and justice for all lives can't matter unless black lives matter.

So for these all, and many more, take a knee. Take your time, but take some heart. Then lift each other up and lock your arms. Play ball.

Mike Marshall  Patriotism

The politicians have been milking the patriotism cow for some time, at the same time they want to ignore veterans' needs. As soon as some citizen on the street or representative in Congress or the white house starts espousing patriotism, a big red flag goes up in my mind. "Patriotism" is the first refuge of carpetbaggers, and it trips my gag reflex.

True patriots are not shouting their esprit from the rooftops or in front of microphones. True patriots are quietly doing patriotic things and they ask for no recognition for doing what seems natural and necessary.

Our alleged leaders get us into wars that are unnecessary and often detrimental to our own best interests. Our soldiers, sailors, and airmen do their bidding, right or wrong. They do so without asking for anything from us except support. And we can support the soldiers without necessarily condoning the leaders who put them in harm’s way, and often forget about them when they come home, unless it's election time. Then these same self-gratifying idiots bring out the flags and thump their chests.

Let's remember the flag is merely a cloth with a design on it that represents some very great and lofty goals, including the right to express our opinions, our dreams, and our dissent. We cannot lessen the worthiness of those goals by burning a red white and blue piece of fabric or kneeling during the playing of our national anthem. But we can damage those aspirations and the symbolism of our flag and anthem by denying our fellow humans the right to express them.

Let's focus instead on upholding those things we believe in. Let's buy a meal for a homeless person. Let's make sure our neighbor does not have to choose between eating and buying needed medicine or health care. Let's ensure children don't have to go hungry. Let's endeavor to provide an affordable education to all of our children because that secures their future and the future of this country. The thing I have the least time to consider is whether or not some human is burning a flag or taking a knee somewhere. And standing for the anthem doesn't make you a patriot any more than wearing a cowboy hat makes you a cowboy.

Each verse of The Star-Spangled Banner ends with "O'er the land of the free." Both the flag and the anthem symbolize the freedoms our forefathers gave their lives for. Why? Because they valued those principles (freedom of speech, etc.) so highly. Freedom of expression is freedom of speech. That was decided hundreds of years ago. I would defend anyone's right to freely express themselves. That means they can stand, kneel, squat, sit, lay down, or stand on their heads. But I will never defend any person's right to suppress the very rights that our flag and anthem symbolize.
I reject the divisiveness of Trump and every other small mind that does not understand or appreciate how freedom of speech actually works and is actually represented by our flag and anthem.
The ultimate disrespect to our country, to our flag, to our national anthem, to our founding fathers, and to the soldiers who suffered for us to protect our right to take a knee is to deny the absolute freedom of speech embodied in our Constitution.

something she does
so special
Besides wake me with a kiss
or love me ***** sexually
cook a great breakfast
and love unconditionally
is leave her scent
on my pillow
the sheets
I want to dive my head into
and were she to leave
me
I would be in bed
smelling the pillow
hiding under the scented
sheets

it is my dream to call the eagles down
with a word
to say how crystal is the river
like a diamond shimmers
in the sun
feel deeper the most tall
hills
take a flower into imagination
and taste it
shake the earth like
I am its creator
make  a psalm
a tribute
to every bit of beauty
her smile
a forest
the forest
her green eyes
her eyes reflecting
a blue sky
her  depth
her magnitude her love
the oceans

here

under the raindrops falling
I stand

thinking

where the most importance resides on
the meadow
rise
in apparent
glaring
I saw
her eyes
took several decades and wrong turns where
until I found that there
her being life
an angel you might call
her, yet flesh and blood,
and heart
and soul  so much
in tune with my
song
my lungs called her name for many years
sang out searching for her eyes
and did not know she had been
answering
all the time
along
in
a way
I refused to hear

And now,
like newness and hope and heaven
we sing together

have you loved
like the sun does every day always there
or like the mountain stays in your view forever
or the sea ebbs and flows along only
your coast
or a tree grows taller to shade you
forever
or sparkle more than any diamond
and glow more than gold
or felt like nothing else is in the world but
love
and felt satisfied content loved back
like you always wanted to be
have you loved fully
I hope you have

who needs school to know when
1 + 1 truly equals two
or the he and  she articles
make a noun superior
or the sun shines brighter
When she and I are together
and the moon is more romantic glowing
and science becomes hands-on knowledge
how Home-economics means
me tidying up
for her arrival
and baking those butter rolls
she mentioned
recess becomes
a time of imagining
her with me then on the playground swinging
sliding down slides
running gaily around hand in hand
sun shining forever more
and when the last bell tolls
I run so fast
run to her

there stand  me in her shine
proud as the water drips from icicles
she warm
she my sun
I stand up
and claim
how me I has never
been more certainly
dripping
with tears
of ice melting joy
or heart thumping tall
and I sing constantly
jump headlong forward
into her way and shout
I am yours
bright sun
warming eternity
night reflections  of a moon that smiles
at us
like we are in love

I woke up middle of a dark night
a black and white cat on top of the refrigerator
three dogs  needing out
my love far away sleeping
I petted the cat put the
dogs out
and thought hard of her way up there
sleeping
I wanted to connect with her mentally
I thought of the songs we both like
heard her sweet voice echo
in the cool night air
lit up a cigarette thinking how
long can two months be
how far is Minnesota
how soft is her cheek
how I think of her in my sleep
and I slept then
satisfied almost
counting sheep
as the days until

I can portray my previousness
in golden arched reminisces
the sun shining brightly every day and night
as peaceful as an altar in a church
alone naked before God in a pew
the  gentle voices
whispering clear
but can I tell the time of day
the reflections in my mind
I may take forward
today?

mind all heart out
feet not fast enough
hands trembling  
eyes cascading down
a fairy wind all calmly
taking spider parachutes for
a journey to
some new where
destinations
as I have been to floating
like silk chutes drug me
on hot air
promises

remaining
still
composed
soft confidence
a sense of being
will
sustaining that
calm ethereal
a place
a moment frozen
a face
under a tree canopy
just watching
at peace
the symphony
in your ears
have them

the feeling cleansed part I like
those tears
though they
hurt
and the things that lead up to  blood red
eyes
tears down to your chin
and those breathless deep sobs
where you can't catch a breath
thrash out
hide your head under pillows
they are the worst kind
they make me cry in and of theirself
which adds to the depth and hurt
of why I am crying
in the first place
but the cleanse when it stops
I swear I see rainbows

said:  poetry

derived of red signs lit on the broadway
calling out places to get a drink

maybe blood on a highway

or a stray cat fed by an old lady barely
able to walk

a skirt lifted  just in passing

a smile at you


a fluffy white cloud of smoke
as you exhale

that first hit

the tang on a tongue
on a tongue of a kiss

that welcome home
from your woman

an embrace by that outgoing
***, who does smell,

but is always seemingly happier
than you in your Lincoln

or just a good movie
how it makes you revisit

someplace
warm
coiled in your memory

it amazes me how
the frontiersman had to
survive without cellphones
and internet
I can't stand a minute when I
go down in some
hole driving
and my phone
drops the call
then I get home
chatting up my babe
sending wild emojis
and smiley faces
and get message not delivered messages
I couldn't ever be
Buffalo Bill

When I moved away down to Billups creek
a tributary flowing into the Mississippi
and saw unmown wild fields of golden grass
tall trees everywhere
and  the dawn on a horizon
for the first time
saw country girls as
wild fillies,
oats and hay as fun
blue jeans
and got my first buzz with a knot
of 'bacco
I came along real quick
got the slang down tight in seventh grade
and my four-wheel drive pickup
at seventeen
got used to no rock stations
on the radio
just
adapted
to
ridin' country roads
and BBQ
and sassy lasses
and extended family's
and time spent
outside
and golden
fields of nature's
bounty

the sun is
brighter
down south
for a ****
Yankee

hello
  man of her dreams
I said to the mirror
   with a contented hint of a smile
looking sideways
   trying to see how I got
so lucky

writing whispered softly heartfelt mostly weightless
dreamlike adjectives and suppositions
I calmly fall through the skies into a white
blue pillow
of metaphor
close my eyes at impact
wake up again up
far high
over the clouds
hover near under angels
wings
higher than I fly
wingless only small
energies a
few synapses firing now
my soaring exploding all over
the atmosphere
I get high
I love that
I feel again
I laugh cry
normal like
but I fly
full of all of it

what a mess life
has  become
a bees nest of hyperactive wings
beating all hell furiously out the air

a buzz

thought I stopped
being that quivering mass
shrunken up
into a nest all alone

got a shower moved away from the
queen
got an apt way out
in Bee God's country

caught a new sense of
gravity lost my wings
floated still
above the scene

happiness still had
her way of being coy
hardships came and went
and that queen

always was  on my mind
I heard her attendants
wings beat
a million times a second

in my mind's eye

that taste of honey calling...

were I to remember
a stream
it would be a normal one
full of life and flow
sparkling on its mild
surface

were I to remember
a dream
it would  be a normal one
full of life and flow
Sparkling  in my minds
interior

were I to remember a day
I seem
to have so many involved
full of competition
sparkling  for that ultimate
one

were I to remember a love
I feel
like it will be the next one
full of hope and future
like a swing on the porch
shared
sparking

moist eyes

shining in the candlelight
glisten
sheen like a being
green like my verve
moist as the clouds burst
more beautiful
than

the moss on the bark
leaves
in the dawn lights waving
flickering

ever follow the sprinkled bright spots of sun through
a path in a freckled forest? How the leaves in
the wind bend at their stems and look flapping?
How wither we go our ways with blood
and sap our very sameness.
Transpire the leaves give us our breath and
we give to them the green majesty
breaths back.
Ever saw a sunrise overcome a cloud and race through the sky
beating down the long away covering, like she Sol,
knows there are worshippers
on earth:
a small animal I followed once through a woods
and saw it continuously look up
around wriggle its ears.
And sniff.
I might as well have
looked in the mirror.

I thought it was a rainbow lost
and it was a dawn
I thought it was a day lost
and it was an eve
I thought it was  love lost
when it was a new morning
I thought it was the end of the world
it was just a new beginning

Written, felt
things that never happened
delved into feelings realisms
only philosophers observe
imagined worlds
of pureness of soft
pelts petted a kitten
took in an orphan
hugged a flower
felt for a bug
flew with angels
eagles and moths
climbed tallest mountains
just reaching for God
or saw visions of clarity
amidst delusions of haunting
reality
fell down at times we had wished
we stood tall
and been heroes when no
one else was around
we have shed a fountain
together apart
to make the deepest ocean enamor
We've and I and you and her
and  him and that dog that cat that flea
have just lived
like that mysterious thing
that sent the Universe
spinning around
just look
in a mirror

arid plains flooded pastures
warm rains on cold mountains
and maybe
the earth is  crying
sick
perhaps
I know the islands are taking a hell of a beating
I sit back
watching the weather channel
a string of tropical storms and hurricanes
one after another
I think we oughta put
a bunch of fans and tall assed
sprinklers on the
west coast of Africa
nip it in the bud
As my wise gramma used to say
break up the storms
before they ever start

I choke at funerals
get drunk hide way back in the last pew
afraid to look the dead
in their state

I quit going when my daughter died
I just couldn't face it
I hope she understands

And I don't want any
memorial
no tears or casket

just grind me into the dust
of which I was made