Chameleons of Suffering
The people
who are
at the
root of
most of
the suffering
in the
world have
modulated voices,
good taste
in clothes,
fine gardens
around their
Feng-shui houses,
& an
appreciation of
good wine &
haute cuisine.
Category Archives: poems & short jabs
chameleons of suffering
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a life not yet lived
A Life Not Yet Lived
When I’m gone
I’m gone.
Don’t bring
me back.
What you
bring back
is not me
it’s a
gross caricature
of what
I was,
something death
has already
laid
claim to,
something you
yanked
out of
a profound
transition.
Instead sponsor
a starving
child in
Africa Asia
or Detroit,
it doesn’t
matter where.
Save a
life that’s
not yet
been lived,
not one
that’s over.
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ann cilley
The poem below is included in the poetry collection, Born Into Water. If you’re interested in learning more about this book, or interested in purchasing it, go here…
Ann Cilley
Hi George.
Do you
remember me?
We fought over
Ann Cilley
out behind
the backstop.
You were the
captain of the
soccer team &
I was the
new kid
in school.
Your friend Billy
blind-sided me
with a
thunderbolt right
after our
fight had
ground to
a halt.
That’s the
only time
I’ve been
hit so hard
I saw stars.
Somehow that
punch
won me
Ann Cilley who
four months later
ran my
father’s new
Pontiac thru a
boarded-up
fruit stand.
That cost me
a bundle &
turned Ann Cilley
over to
your friend
Billy who
stuttered like
a goat &
became the
Connecticut
golden-gloves
champion.
You & I
were both
better off
without Ann,
George,
although we
didn’t know
it then.
I’m writing now
because I
heard about
your
stepping on
that mine
in Nam.
I wanted to
ask if
you’re as
pissed off
as me
about all the
lies they
threw at us
in school.
And if you
ever hear
from Ann.
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a small fleck of sunlight
The short jab below is included in the book Short Jabs. If you’d care to learn more about the book, or would like to order it, go here: http://hcolompress.com/mcart/index.cgi?code=3&cat=3
A Small Fleck of Sunlight
The sun
radiates
four million
tons of
sunlight
every second.
A tenth
of a
millionth
of a
milligram just
floated down
on my
fingernail.
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embarrassing questions
Embarrassing Questions
Why is it
a dog can
run around
with its
tongue hanging
out but
if a
man does
that with
his penis
women start
screaming with
their hands
over their
ears?
Why are
their hands
over their
ears?
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slice & dice
Slice & Dice
Writing with
an amputated
imagination
he became
eligible for
grants
& awards.
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