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Deutschland
Though they no longer
Burn the books of thinkers
And other Jews
The Turks and Vietnamese
Live in fear or reprisal and future Reichs
“It’s a different world now,” she said in English.
“I only hear Russian and non-Republic dialects.
What is this world coming to?” she said.
Aping Evolution
A monkey with the brain of God
Acts evolved and able
The human being erect and proud
Functions like a fable
Its tools and tongue sophisticate
Its social acts advanced
But ego, guns, and wars, and hate
Defy hierarchic stance
Critic Faces Yesterday
Perilous purpose, progress reverse
Chanceless charges, changes perverse
Sampling soundbites, sounding nervous
Fainting, falling, failing fervors
Nostalgia protector, record collector
History fabler, memory erector
Table turner, mpeg defector
Format enabler, future rejector
Sense of Center
Taking one’s own stride
Requires a skip and trips
To the other side and back
And perhaps some backwards flips
It was as if we’d found
The center of the world
And no one knew but us
Single Minded
Forlorn lonely thinker, seeking better half
Always wanting freedom, never looking back
Aging catches up with them
Anniversaries never do
The catch they thought they once were
Infects them like the flu
Engaged to no commitments, rather play the field
Eyeing newer smiles, gathers greater yield
Desert Culture
World at night is bustling
Solace from the heat
For a moment, quiet now
But not for long, the streets
So many rows of palms
Endless sands and sun
Whispered sounds of past
Tireless population
Future Decided
Child with dirty clothes
Pining for a pound
Yet another sale
Keeps him out of school
Kids in mother’s arms
Looks with smiling hopes
For tempered future later holds
Neither visa nor a job
That’s Okay
That’s okay that’s alright
I don’t care so much for you
I don’t care so much for you
That’s okay, I don’t care, that’s fine
Palette Choices
Yes sir, this is black
There are no other colors
There are no other ways
No mam, that is white
There are no other colors
There are no other ways
Maybe grey it should be
Blended, compromised
Awash without a rainbow
Colors, all lacking hue
Remote
Thumb to buttons from channel to channel
The set three feet from his feet
He searched in vain for a travel show
That’d take him very far from home
He’d settle for a cooking spot
If it showed him a foreign land
Just anything to take his mind
Off his trailer and his life
Renown Let Down
Fabled lambs and wolves
White their wool and teeth
Soft their feel and step
Yet fleece and threat mistook
Mythic man and beast
Fierce in war and look
Held on high and feared
Kind and kill mistook
Legend land and sea
Vast their length and depth
Famed their teeming beings
Their safe and calm mistook