join the good-
godly mob, Joe …
 
my preacher
father
 
did try,
alas!
 
to erase
 
the child
in me,
 
too …
 
he did fail
with that child
 
then;
 
you surely
won’t succeed
 
now …
 
but do
not,
 
I pray,
dear Joe,
 
engage
in fret:
 
when I
post verse
 
or take
a walk,
 
I will not
resort to
 
baby talk

Where are you when my writing doesn’t rhyme
The most simplistic line is the beholder of the concept everyone is suppose to
understand, comprehend, know, grasp or get
yet, not written in long fulfilling sentences but in 1 word paragraphs and phrases
My writing is not assonance or alliteration
Metaphors and similes are like the ideas of alien residing on earth to plan the assassination of cartoon characters
especially the symbolic meaning of the elephant and donkey
It is no longer an It

It occured to me last night
while lying half - asleep.
I thought:
"I know of nothing significant,
                                               limitless,

There is a young man in Japan
whose poems just never will scan.
He sits up all night
but try as he might
He always ends up putting as many words into the last line as he possibly can.

There was a young man in despair,
he was lit’rally tearing his hair.
He said with a groan
"I’m worse than alone,
I’m really not even quite there."

“The natives be damned!”
I quote Andrew Jackson.
Can you call this a republic
and eradicate freedom?
 
Push them out west
and kill a history.
A nineteenth century holocaust
of manifest destiny.
 
In your hellish time –
on my word take heed:
it’s no evil crime
to teach black men to read.
 
So split family ties
and sow misery.
Or make up some lie
called the American dream.
 
Or take Oklahoma
and reign with despair,
or send them with tickets
on a trail of tears.
 

 
Today I watched as your flag
draped coffin was interred into the Earth.
I did not cry.
Rather, I prayed that you could
find a world that could either love
or hate you.
Today, my boss ordered the flag
in front of the store to be placed
at half-mast.
It was the first time it had been
up at all.
Today, I watched America ritualize
you. Ritualisation of a man who was
so ritualistically hated.
Today, I wondered if you’d do
it again for democracy, victory, or
the Great Wall of China.