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He spent his morning
inside the great big broken heart
of a mourning dove.
There were trees there
on that lawn and from his bed, 
he watches, through the window,
a lonely dove who lost his mate
mourning with sadness,
forlorn.
dispaired.

And then
up drives
a great big Sedan Delivery
and it's back doors open, wide.
Out flies the dove's mate
which had been accidentally trapped
by the delivery men.
They brought it back as soon as they discovered it,
like a blessing, in good spirits, when they saw it in the back.
They waved, cheery, as they sped off,
a screach like they were not wanting to be late
to their next appointment.

The reunited fly off towards some unknown place,
no longer
a lonely place apart.

"Was that those delivery boys,
why did they come back here?"

That pigeon could find it's own way home.
It wasn't a pigeon but a Morning Dove.
I thought you said it was a mourning dove?
The dove was mourning all morning
until the doors of the van were opened.

The doors of the van?
They would have let it out of the back of the 
delivery van
as soon as they found it in their and it
would have found it's own way home.

Home is with it's mate.

It makes a better poem if
they bring it back and the
guy in his sick bed gets to see
it fly away.

So you gotta tell that part, why
it's so good for him, this unlikely event
for him to see it.

He rises out of his bed
and here is what he said
lookit, ma, they came back
because they forget to let the pigeon
out of the back of the van.
It's not a van, its a sedan.
You're poet characters name is stan.
I much prefer the name 'Dan'.

when a poem devolves
sometimes the poet doesn't hit delete
it takes work to mark the text and hit a key
better to let the brain wonderings
just be recorded
you can delete them later
or not.



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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

Today is Martin Luther King's birthday. I always remember because it was the same day that . . . well that doesn't matter. Before his birthday was an official day off for the federal crowd, it used to just be another day. And most people might not have known that it was Reverend King's birthday. I think that I did know. Not becuase it was political doctrine, a necessary knowledge, like some might feel, for 'fellowship' which will always be seen as faux by some people (the sensitive). You can't fake a sense of love for Black people, or for any people. So, if you know something about a day, or a time of year, it's not that you do it to 'stand with' some imagined group (in your mind) that isn't quite configured like the real people who live amoung you, it's an 'idea' of the black person.

I can remember walking with friends as a kid when the discussion turned to Black people and to Jewish people. Would it surprise anyone to know that some of the kids parents, or relatives, had told them some things? Were people different based on religion and race? Well, of course there are some obvious differences. But we were rightfully (and sometimes self-rightously) taught that it doesn't matter about all the bullchit. Everyone is equal. But what does that really mean?

Clearly the evidence wasn't there that the idea of equality was something that made sense as a metric because even though some are given a lot, their kin still aren't able to climb out of the hole. I noticed that some of the kids who I knew who were Black got much greater help. But then, if you followed the news, again, some of their kin didn't make it out of High School.

And now it's news about a famous guy who used to punch people out just for the fu_k-of-it. Obviously he was out of his mind and not right. He got better. There was a lot of that back then, scary people. They didn't just go after Blacks.

For the most part that generation didn't descriminate in Massachusetts as badly as they did in other places. Massachusetts was always an Abolitionists haven, and very friendly for Black people, People of Color, if they just knew where to go. And, of course, there was a lot of that old BS class crap about 'colored' people. Or here is one that I remember: "West Roxbury is not Roxbury"

So a lot of the kids of color didn't do so well if they couldn't get into college, didn't get the help of the affirmative action, were sucked into the jails and . . . I don't really know their stories. We used to hear about a lot of violence. But the people that scared them the most were the crackers who were drugged up and on a hateful tare. Yes, when crackhead idiots start looking to blame someone, some group, for all their problems, when they go off ahunting for a victim . . . who do they go after? So if you were a slight man of color, and living in the city, it's a short walk across town for a 17 year old juvvie with a bad head-of-rage. He sees you and . . . well I don't really know these stories. That wasn't me. I've heard of these things. And no one who was a 17 yearold drug-headed raga-holic, who was probably really mad about other things, if that person were still active, and working, today, they would, let us say, of course, they would have a lot of regret.

Let's hope that they will have a lot of regret if they were like that. Real people make bad mistakes and there is no explaining it. They were damaged and now they have undamaged themselves by making ammends, what more can we do?

After they've paid their debt by being in the system, going through all of the necessary steps of making ammends, mitigating for whatever damage that they may have caused, asking for forgivness from their victims, what more can society do?

And when that something more that we can do has not happened, because the person has reformed themself, it's better to let it all be forgotten. 30 years pass. A man doesn't make the same mistakes. We do have redemption of spirit. People do grow up.

But not all people. Some of us didn't make it out of High School.

So if you look at demographics, you can see these, what they call, trends. And on a day like Martin Luther King Jr's Birthday, a lot of people look for news about the successes and failures of the causes that Mr. King espoused. Non-violence as a way of thought, not just as an activity, is a necessary step in forgiving one's self, for the failures of not doing enough, and other people, for not doing anything. And others who never accept that some have always been on board the soul train, where there are not 'in the back' seats, unless you like being there.

So we've always been on the same train. We never wanted to not be on that train. We never felt any fear of the other people on the train or, if we did, it was mitigated respectfully. (I ued the wrd 'mitigate' too much already). We have been fellow riders and we didn't see 'race' or 'black' except that we knew that it was always an unspoken . . . consideration for other people.

And then, having been taught that one never, ever, not ever, neer, ere not ever, uses the taboo word of hatful racism. Most people wouldn't use that word. And hen you go to college and you meet someone who explains to you drunkenly tht its a word that people use and they use it only on the people who really are . . . Like we are supposed to get it tht it's OK to use a word that makes people shake in fear and imagine that the worst thing that could happen will, and immediately, because there is some cracker-ass idiot enraged bigot ready to cut you to pieces because of the color of your skin? because that is what the word means: it made a lot of people shake in fear.

So we didn't use the word.

And I never accepted anyones explanations because I knew what it did to people who I knew, how it affected them.

And so, it's Martin Luther King Jr's birthday today. He made extreme sacrifices for all of us. Today he is 86. They'd be bringing him cake. They'd be singing for him. He'd be a guest on talk shows constantly. Maybe he would be an expresident, instead of Jimmy Carter we could have had him. Or instead of George Bush.

Ya, so, we can't rewrite History. We can imagine if. But it doesn't really help. So, instead, we try and respect his legacy, which means trying to level out the injustice pot-holes that seem to be there for some. Racism is a lot worse than a pothole. But I would rather think of other things than that, if possible. So, Reverend King, you are gone now almost 50 years. See how it's all changed in the meantime. See how the world has changed.

What would you tell us? What would you tell us today? About the news, the world events? What advice would you be giving? I will not pretend to speak for him.

And so God blessed us with the Reverend King, and Reverend King got to go off to Glory, in the end, horror. God Blessed us with him and then he was taken away. We shouldn't pretend to speak for him. Speak for ourselves using the insight that he gave us, with his courage as a model. We can only do that, really. So today we remember someone who had more to give, more to do, much more to say.

January 15, 2014

We sure do need a billion dollar idea.

. . . well . . . 
     Truck-you-later!


Praise the Lord for his unfailing love!

  Praise
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   Lord
  for his
 unfailing
   love!




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