we don’t need more talk
or pillage of our freedoms
we demand justice
no man is above the law
we shall close this nation down
change
summers…
speaking of life’s joys
celebrating what we’ve done
wondering about
how to frame the time that’s left
ten summers is what she said
crime scene photos…
several blurred photos
convicted and jailed the man
though they were useless
precedent was established
by the national archives
senators…just in case you haven’t heard america…
an old fashioned
hardware store
the kind of place
where
you can find
just
about
anything
not like
the big box stores
that carry
only those things
with
a large profit margin
then
you have to go online
to find
replacement parts
since
there’s no profit
in
customer service
no
the general store
hardware place
is where
you can find stuff
you really need
to fix
that
old
whatchamacallit
and
even
people
who’ll answer
your questions
about
that
whatchamacallit
not
a place
typically known
as
liberal
or
subversive
so imagine
my surprise
when
an elderly clerk
repeatedly
tells her customers
he should be impeached
they won’t do it
but
he should be impeached
i pay
and
agree
i should’ve left
a tip
broken….
youth
fragile
glass sheets
of
dream music
music
soon
etched
with
notes of reality
handled
carelessly by most
so
youth never
survives
but
one can find
shards
of
it
embedded
into
the
decaying
fence posts
along
life’s road
first taste….
lord
what
a day
after years
of
wearing
hand-me-down clothes
from
my mother’s
rich employers
i finally
marched
right
into walmart
bought myself
new
clothes
never
worn
by
anyone
but
me
now
i’m
finally
feeling
free
and we will all fall down together…
when earth finally dies
there will be no survivors
no burial rites
no lies for the coverups
nor reasons for more lying
