THERE’S a joke in the smoke from the burning tires
a philosophical popsicle melting on the sidewalk
(like, who knows) and frankie from the land
of yankees is a bit cranky but rita hayworth says
she wants to rob a bank to steal all the steel
magazines that hold the souls of the old
— fools who held up the silver screen long ago
Hollywood, Florida not SC, AL, or Maryland
Hollywood, Florida uh huh
and sophia has a 30 millimeter
lester holds a steering wheel
within his calloused hands
me and rita have blood in our
burning souls and this version
of this poem will not be here
long — already gone it’s already
gone like the last moment when
i said this is a story about a
story so true within a story
of truth in the middle a story
full of lies.
:: 12182015 ::
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I TASTED a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human depravity
to hear Beethoven –
Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125
I tasted a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human ignorance
to understand Einstein –
E-MC2 is not small fare of ingenuity
I tasted a feeling of profound shame
more than once within a span of life
to read of tyranny –
Hitler, Mussolini, Mao, and Pol Pot
Wonderment is a bitter-sweet taste
it holds no-bar the color of bearer
wept we should and must we be in awe
humanity so beautiful yet so horrific!
::01/07/2014::
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