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Politics for Poets

Ask the

tough questions

Charlie. Mr. Sheen. Carlos Estevez. You go, man. You go. You ask those tough questions.

Sept 27, 2013 (09-27-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

"I'm all blogged out."

Content quickly gets stale, wicked, so it is always updated. Some content is hit with updates more often. Also: some of the content here is of a much higher quality than other content here. So if you don't like something: hey dude, whatever.

~ OK Now.

They say we are 'silent'. What should we do? We have noticed the devolution. Do we put ourselves at risk by talking down the cause of the psychopaths? Would anything we do be heroic? These forces, they've been set in place, and those who do the marching . . . are often not bad guys.

Praise God!

It gets left out
and no one takes it.      

The following poem is fresh, whipped up, off the cuff.

  
 from poem page 224

  I imagine that I'd go there in the Spring
  and I'd walk along that ridgeline
   withthe crumbling stoine. It
   all looks so beautiful
      from the window of the plane.
      down there, that guy in his boat
    out on some unknown resevoir
      is blissing out with his
     Tuesday dreams of being away.

   It was last night,
      a call of some bird he didn't at first
               ever remember hearing before.
       she called his cell phone.
  It rang there in the silence of the midday lake. 
     It's not deep water, but there is still ness,
      underneath here is there muck or mire?

  July 1 2012
 
  Praise God!
 


















Wake up!