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Politics for Poets

He retreats to where?

Gardens
of made up thoughts
  that aren't true
    grow in the minds of the 
         demmi-goggs.
  They don't show you their slither
     but I've got special sight
     I can see their tail
   from beneath their trenchcoat.

 They've placed the beam thing
    pointed in my direction
 hoping to make a connection.

  It's not sunny right now.
  But it will be later.
       all of the wet places
     will dry right up.
     A sudden breeze
 will blow away all of the stale air
    that they left
   when they were driven away.

  It wasn't sunset yet
   but it sure did feel like.
 I made sure to go to sleep early
     so I could wake up really early
 and start that whole brand new eternity.

Aug 18, 2012

What is the reason? What is the purpose? You know that there are lies? Is anger always wrong? of course not.

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Thank You Veterans!

~ OK Now.

 

It is easy 
to be free
when you know
to look away.

You don't
 have to see
 what they are
 trying 
to convey.

It doesn't matter
what the people say
cubby
they don't think of you
any way
cub-boo
And I can't say I know
what's 
going on
and I can't say I know
if I'm that strong
to not just go
with the tide that's high
or else it might be
that we will die

Tusnami
Sue Nome C.
Sue not sugar-ree
cub-a-bibbidity-boo
a-bibbidity-bee.

 
        
 Make way
   for the song you play
 when you're not thinking
    but you're singing
 you're singing.
  
  

Wake up!
Unhip
no ties
  
yourself.

What happened to you?
  I saw you after the show
 you were still dancing.
 Someone must have taken you
   some place different
 than where you said you wanted to go.
 I don't know.

   I couldn't carry all of their worlds
      all going back
 to those yesterdays
  that they didn't share with me.

  What happened to you?
    You got lost on your way to 
     the house of the Great?
    You made a bad choice
  when you tried to pick a mate?
     you bought the wrong car
  wrong house 
        wrong state?

   I can't ever even hope to relate.

  Outside of the offices
    the protestors were fomenting
       their urges
    like spumizoia
       of Echo Bridge graphetti
          'moon sperm'
   It echoed thirty three times.
      Dondoalliannio, who was the sage that day
   said that the architect
      had designed it that way.

  What happened to you?
      I waited all day for the bus
   to come with you to get off of it
   but you say me there, I suppose,
     and went on to the next . . .

  Well, wait a minute?
      I have no reason to be wanting to
       tell you to wait
   for me to wait
      for you.
 What concern is it of mine?
    I imagine my fantasy you.
  and you are far better than anyone that
       I could ever imagine
  but you are lost in it now
      marching
    fussing
        fighting the imagined demons
   of the empoverished minds
       of those you choose to demonize.

 I saw him
   up on a stage with the well-loved Senator.
   He looked like a boy scout
     who no body ever turned on with some weed
   who still believed the things he learned in the
        boy Scott handball
   where he learned about sex.

     Not a mean thought to make,
  or a mean thing to say.
     No one who is waiting with evil doings to tell.
 no community
       organized to do ill.

     If you were a missionary
        in paradise
   who would you preach to?
     If he were an angel
       in Belmont
  could you have flown off with him too.
   Have you ever seen him ride in on his Harley?
      He's got three hounds he calls legislators
   that he might just appoint to the Supreme Court.
    Preserve the ripe fruit by making jam,
          red white and blueberry pumpkins
    not making a Church a State
         but they treat it like
    the Commonwealth.

   What happened to you?
    Since you never learned your Ethics, 
    thinking it Western Imperialism,
      and you never learned to think
   like a great philosopher
     do you really believe that you 
          can get it right what
 no one has ever gotten right before?

   To me a king
      in this modern times
 means that you must not do or say
     any thing to offend anyone
  so you are paralized.
    It doesn't work.   
 The people come to hate you.
  Except for the psycophants that hover around you.
     But they are only there because they
             covet the power of the seat 
  that you have made into 
      an angry chair.
 
 Scoffing at laws
     and Congressmen
    you decree

  The dinner buzzer buzzed.
 The poet got distracted.
  now you'll never get to know
   how the despot abreacted.