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Politics for Poets

void of words to share today. . .Look to the other columns for comments. Maybe a new poem down below?

Sometimes less really is more.

  Less is more.

Jan 21, 2013 (1-21-13)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

content goes stale.

~ OK Now.

Banish Nonsense was his scree. I'd have to delete this whole website!

  Just take it
 outside the teacher told them
    but when they got there
 all the hurt was over
 he didn't care about the
       model train
   or the box of army men.
  He guessed he hadn't thought
    of it like that
 now he understood what the
     kid had meant.
 But when they got to
     the bottom of the stairs
   the kid thumbed him unexpectedly.

 
  Praise God!
  









Wake up!

      There are many kinds
  of kindness, non
   of which you ought
  to shame yourself
     with fear upon.
  Take away that heartbreak.
   banish those blameful ways.
 forgive the forelorn stranger
    your ill imaginings of
   the journeys of his holy souls.

  It was a heart
    cut from red paper
 placed upon the seat,
   propped up and
     giving it's message
 to daddy
     who travels
   and it's a Tuesday.
  it must be a distant shore
  overthere
   the throbbing of
    propeller props
   flying all over the world.

 Outside the plane, outside
    of his mind in those rains
     on a distant coast that
          he'll never go to
 there are people there
   who live and breath those airs
     of somewhere else
  and I can never know them all.
    he thinks like this
  with his super-mystic mind
       thinking of equariums
   equallateral triangles
   all things being equal
     equal time for equal thought
   how much does four quarts equal?

     There is a sudden buzz
   a thermister to a relay to a fan
   to cool the cabin.
    It awakens him briefly.
      he started to try to say something
   but she could see it was just a dream.
   OK, no more cream in your coffee
     just brewed from the stop in
  Santa Monique.

      When he gets there
   he walks around the silver trinket markets
   imagining that he'll find value.


  wake up.