
Leaf-blowing Patriots
Oh wilted
daisies
of the
American Dream,
lay down
your
leaf blowers!

Oh wilted
daisies
of the
American Dream,
lay down
your
leaf blowers!
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We kill
whales to
get oil
to soak
wicks to
light windows
to guide
home the
whalers.
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He’s curled
on death’s
doorstep,
hovering in
the beating
hum of
translucent wings.
He floats thru
thoughtlessness,
out of
gravity’s reach.
He’s a
pinpoint
of light
on the
fringe
of space,
beyond which
time does
not exist.
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Christ was
the first
socialist.
What do you
think that
scene in the
temple where he
drove out the
moneychangers
with a
whip was
about?
Something to
consider tho
is that
the moneychangers
are still
with us but
Christ got
crucified.
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The edge
of the
earth is
still there.
You can
still step
off into
a world of
sea dragons
& vultures.
It’s a
bad place
to show
up ill-prepared,
without a
sword a
brave heart &
some armor.
People disappear
off the
edge of
the earth
by the
thousands.
Winged creatures
breathing fire
snap them
up like bugs.
No one ever returns.
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My dreams
are becoming
sharply etched
with distinctly
real people
from my
life
in situations
they are
quite comfortable
with but
that are
alien
to me.
And although
the people
are sharply
etched &
from my
life, they
do not
fit together
except in
the dream.
Which means
that people
who have
nothing
in common
have more
in common
than they
have in
common
with me.
A silent
shadow falls
over me.
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