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National Poetry Month 13 – Cruiser Moskva
Metal groans as the ship’s belly rips open to allow the sea its space. A tender hull is no match for an explosive kiss. It takes a feint from shore, some little baubles to draw attention to disorient leviathan. Down in the mud of the seabed among the anemones and sturgeons the ship’s doctor tends…
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The Solomon Islands Campaign
The natives have taken to hiding in the dark under the spreading palms to watch us as we march through their muck we can see their eyes shinning there like little white candle flames nothing seems to startle them even the sound of gun fire in the distance. They are…
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Conserv-A-Tiv, Inc.
A few enterprising folks from AIPAC found the spot where the original manger Jesus was born in stood they raised $1.1 billion in capital and built a Trump Hotel on top of it. The neon sign on the 50th floor flashes “ISRAELI/AMERICAN LOVE” The capitalists ride the elevator to the penthouse suites drink out the…
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War to End War
They’re all dead and have become legend the chewing of the mice in the mud and the groaning of the brothers trapped on barbed wires as the bullets screamed into their heads who could believe it happened? Who could believe that the gas volumetrically flowed over white and tired faces their gasmasks loose as…
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Generation Now
How are your check bones under the layers of flesh on your face? Does it hurt when you smile? My generation last vestige of the Cold War, bomb drill and the Red Menace, right watching live via satellite the utter collapse of what on paper was Soviet might. I was promised a world without war…
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Pity the Stones
Pity the stones that stand to see here, where once was the cradle of civilizations, the toddlers that have walked away for a few thousand years and have grown to be adults of renown. Multiple times men have come out of the desert to claim a god has spoken to them. Saying that they had…
The Numinous Cosmos 