My Sister Gertrude

New Years began this year
Amid global poisoning

Gertrudes’s skirt began to burn
At the edges

Sirens blared, and some attempt
At presidential communication
Seemed comical

Leaping to my sister from being
Immolated....... prevented the President's
Message connecting

I may seem slow at this verse

                     The end trends to drift slow

                                                    The end trends

                                                                        To drift slow

11/08/11
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
December 19, 2011 at 4:29 PM
such unusual style you have, but very quirky and fun to read, James.
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November 9, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Jimbo, I'm beginning to think "presidential communication" is an oxymoron. You probably didn't miss much when "leaping to" your sister's immolation. Very cool poem, my friend. Love, Carolyn
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