May 6, 2019

Now the war
Comes among us
Like a rusty
Chain. Ships
In the Gulf, bombers
Fueled and ready to go.
For all the bluff
Bustle, and deployment
We mean to
Shake the Persian
World for they have
Bombs like us
That could ruin
A continent. Then,
There’s the addiction
To oil. Someone out there
Has conquered this
Technology. But who?
Atoms stray around
Asking to be chosen.
I’m gonna start
Typing stuff. Like how
It’s green and the cardinals
Are mating and there are
A few Swifts sewing long
Parabolas against the sky.

Success Logging You In

Suburban-blasted H. thought it was gonna be difficult

to stand among the medaled
and talk about a grey old nurse & father
to Ginzy while no one expected much.
Such was the union of souls back then:

a grey time, no allowances and the Union
Kept together by a thread. Still, he worked

everyday even if was just reading
the sad poems of post-adolescence.
Those he marked with black pen,

in handwriting to hard to read. He blamed
some odd neurological disease he couldn’t pronounce.

These days, these days. News he

could never come back alright,
news he could not begin the flight.

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