Huh!? It would appear a hopelessly right-wing Bush lover/supporter/jockstrap ding-a-ling/idiot voted my America a substandard 3.

Frankly, I think it one of the best pieces (and apt—and heartfelt—commentaries) I’ve presented in either verse or prose.

And so strongly on point.

I don’t know how I could have penned it better.

beady disacknowledgment of the eyes

stretching your legs like blackjacks
the unhinging approach
as your heels leave
parched space to lower once again
on the (by now) steel-wired
ribcage housing
my heart turning like a patched ravens’ eye
glistening getting wider
as my chest heaves

"you are no threat"
at least this what i want to say
as i forget everything i
know about you
skin, eyes, the uneven form
we all have and refuse to see
halfway past my liberation is complete
more indistinct
miles

The colored beams of early morn cast an illusion of spring,
as the villagers quietly wake to there warm fires
and cups of tea. Nestled comfortable in their homes
they patiently wait for winter to pass,
while they lazily watch the embers of the fireplace
rustle, crackle, and dance to the rhythm of the flame.

Outside an icy chill clings to frost bitten trees,
like paint on the canvass of a masterpiece.
As the riverbed by the old windmill sleeps in
glazed ice, the fish down below swim free
and unnoticed.

Approximately seventy – five percent
of all chickens world wide
have salmonella.
I think it’s time we talked
about chicken.
We all have that friend
who won’t go near
beef, pork, lamb, bread,
Twinkies, Golden Corral, Fig Newtons,
Dick Cheney, tapioca, or milk,

The produce section’s always
the first one in.
Lack of impulse sales, I guess.
Nobody goes to the grocery store and says
“Ooh, radishes! I think I’ll pick some up.”
Things to get to impress my invisible client:
whole garlic cloves for the wild mushroom pot pie.
Lobster claw and knuckle meat…
they have it?!
I can get street drugs cheaper than this!