The skies were blue
meaning the school children
were outside again
observing
& learning
Used to be it was like an accident
when the sky was blue
some calling it
an (once-upon-a-time) omen
a second coming of sorts
After so many years
the skies were blue again
perhaps an anomaly
inherited from antiquity
redefining what it means to surrender
this day & age
february two thousand twenty-four
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Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.
Albert Einstein
the information age
hasn’t enlightened the collective mind
having changed little what transpires
on a spinning silver-blue jewel
birds & bees carry on with their
multitude of purposes
actors performing on stage &
the silver screen
wild horses yet incapable
of dragging mick jagger away
rather it may be accelerating
the spread of hatred & contempt
fueled by talking fools
who feed the masses their very own
version of fire & brimstone
january two thousand twenty-four
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there are those unafraid to die
conditioned to care less
about their own body
than other worldly matters
—such as rescuing the distressed
from imminent death
or dying for the sins of others
nothing is really forgotten here
but rather passes on
from various transgressions to the next
eerily similar to ground wars
lasting thousands of years
december two thousand twenty-three
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nobody knows how he does it
so they forget it & move on
it’s no news saturday
one day a week set aside for peace
you pick up the phone
and say nope
you put it back down
nature always works
always in the background
saying look at me
hike on my spine
use my arms to clear a path
my legs to keep you going
nobody knows how he does it
he’s just a freak of nature
saturdays come & go
and in between
well we’d rather not talk about it
how the weather channel was wrong
how the hostage situation
keeps getting worse
in the dining room teenagers
are playing the board game RISK
one of them eventually
dominates the entire world
vows to usher in the next chapter
november two thousand twenty-three
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we left nearly everything
there was no other way
to capture the flag
the only thing that seemed to matter
in the summer of sixty-nine
I remember I had
only wanted to play ball
but that was never in the cards
instead left strategizing
in someone’s low-lit basement
we could only assume
our house had been bombarded
likely laid to waste
while surviving relatives
roamed about like zombies
we had received word
of the headless horse
galloping into the orangish moon
a clear signal it was time to fly
the archers unloading their arsenal
june two thousand twenty-three
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Cutting the whitethorn
inside a fairy fort
was much like committing suicide
and over time it became
common knowledge
much like finding a pot gold
at the end of a rainbow
Magic of the druids
resided inside the ringforts
and anyone attempting
to penetrate the perimeter
between the morning hours
of one to five
were unlikely to leave
The Lios alive
june two thousand twenty-three
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it’s like stepping back in time
long before plymouth rock
or the white man’s first encounter
w/native americans
this 12th century castle
was the first of its kind
modeled after nothing but an idea
what it would take to stay alive
you see back then there was
plenty of human ingenuity
artistic accomplishments
& historic achievements
of course what remained
was the insatiable desire to kill
and that spread like wildfire
by way of land & sea & sky
june two thousand twenty-three
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The yankee & rebel keep fighting
ignoring the call for the common good
dictating their own marching orders
Pigs in dresses sporting red lipstick
at the county fair things go haywire
the yankee & rebel keep fighting
Hit & runs & other baseball games
nobody’s safe on the streets —thugs
dictating their own marching orders
New fake news & misinformation
spread from the darker to lighter web
the yankee & rebel keep fighting
Acrobats & gymnasts feigning death
big bad bulldogs & fat feral cats
dictating their own marching orders
Back to the future & back again
playing the race or injustice card
the yankee & rebel keep fighting
dictating their own marching orders
may two thousand twenty-three
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in america
natural born leaders have been replaced
by natural born killers
at a future date
historians may connect the dots
—the sublime correlation between the two
mapping the evolution from plymouth
to richmond
to the latest school shooting
students learning
all on their own
how the eradication of racism
is a moot point
as long as man & boy
continue to pursue the art of war
may two thousand twenty-three
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i.
she doesn’t remember me
not the old rock & roll songs
we used to danced to
taking cocaine breaks
back in the dressing room
ii.
I’m nearly her age
but she looks twice mine
at least from my perspective
— that irreversibility of time
iii.
I hear people saying
when did I get old darling
and they say baby
you’ve been timeless
since the day you were born
april two thousand twenty-three
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I was a little kid not that long ago
learning how to read & write
in a parochial school my mother
yanked me out of after a year
[it marked the beginning
of my renegade ways]
fake news didn’t exist back then
but corporal punishment sure did
my father into pabst blue ribbon beer
walter cronkite & tricky dick
totally against creative free spirits
changing reality one media at a time
in retrospect the course of events
became pretty much obvious
the defining turning points
all possessing
a familiar denomination
one in which
I’ve weaved & bobbed though
currently in the process
of stitching back together
april two thousand twenty-three
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when you tear
at the flesh
do both ears ring
in a canine kind of
frequency
after the feast
your heart rate slows
breathing shallowly
giving way to other senses
this earth talks
probably way too much
probably because
so few listen
the river did not always
meet the road
—natural bridges
evolving over time
december two thousand twenty-two
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jesse james was a virgo
a creative in his own right
inputting & processing
like nobody’s business
until shot from behind
they say at the end
he had a black cat named
mercury
(it’s a virgo thing)
but that little nugget
never made it
to the mainstream media
november two thousand twenty-two
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this united we stand business
has long gone by the wayside
factions splitting & dividing
by way of simple arithmetic or
asexual science [depending
how you see things]
hypochondriacs are either
mentally and/or physically unwell
incapable of fending themselves
against any creature great or small
extremists resorting to threats
on any given day
more than willing to follow through with them
capitalists & politicians & criminals
work in concert in the background
spawning one conspiracy theory
after the next
worshiping fanatics & lunatics
shoving them into the limelight
all this
as the artists expressively create
interpreting what they care to see
while the historians
sit & wait
for the next piece to fall
october two thousand twenty-two
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he’s not eaten in a while
you can easily tell
legs & arms moving
[as if] involuntarily
shoving into his face
anything he can get
his paws on
hominid or animal
it’s too early to tell
definitely not from
anyone’s locality
having crashed into
the wild wild rainforest
once upon a time
august two thousand twenty-two
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the problem with the world today
we’re living in the past
like a smoker who can’t kick the habit
we’re unable to quit killing
whether sanctioned by allegedly legitimate
power brokers
or straight up civilian violence
when I was a kid we played
cowboys & indians
cops & robbers
doctor & nurse
role playing because we were left
to our devices
and our parents bought us weaponry
and any kind of idol we would ask for
on sundays we were reminded how evil
we truly were
and twice or maybe three times a year
we were forgiven all our sins
come monday however
we were right back at it
perpetuating the only thing that made sense
july two thousand twenty-two
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