Holiday Chicago Poems

I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the...

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We met with a holey ghost
Who was once Dick Cheney's host
Dick's shotgun discharged
Great holes were enlarged
"What are friends for?" means "You're toast!"

(100 Americans - including...

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December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Pennilessness disallows me
     luxury tubby globe trekker
hence, my imagination
     takes me random places minus
   ...

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