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GOD BLESS AMERICA

Old Peddlers House is Redecorated by Mable

Old peddler wanted a new home design.
He hired Mable, a decorator, and all was fine.
Until she decided to redecorate him too.
I don’t want to change he said, I am ninety-two.

Mable was forceful, she did not hear the word no.
She took lots of his money, and created some woe.
He sits outside his house now, for it reminds him of her.
A bossy overbearing woman, who felt like a bur.

Pop Marts, Ma Tends To Tend

Ma and Pop
pop and ma
the small needle
the big darn.

Little shop of peddlers
first to be robbed,
accused of being
gougers.

Ma wants to move to Florida,
pa wants to expand
the jerky sticks shelving.

Locals know them,
they shop with Ma & Pop
because their near -
they sell beer.

First to go the way
of the dodo,
last to hang around
backs against the wall
old and shaky,
filling in the blanks
in our coloring books.

Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers

Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker

Christians that go to hell 
will have one
Hell of a story to tell

       In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme 
Travelers the street  
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence 
Minders the prime 
Lenders the crime 
Numbers the prince 
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain 
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny 
Boppers  and hogg 
Sloppers with chart 
Toppers and good 
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party 
Poopers and hot 
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad 
Bastards 

Christians that go to hell 
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story 
          to tell

On Hollywood Boulevard

On Hollywood Boulevard

Grohman’s Chinese theater, The Walk Of Fame
Awestruck, frantic crowds tromp down the street
A swirl of accents divulge from whence they came
Myth and stark truth clash but rarely meet

A boulevard of tinsel, tourist mecca anointed
Foreign visitors now the sole true attraction
All a hyped-up charade, but no disappointment
Quiet on the set, lights cameras, action!

Remove tourists, hustlers, the Marilyn Museum
Costumed crusaders and peddlers of kitsch
And Hollywood is now just a mausoleum
To a cinematic history dynamic and rich

Just one district out of L.A.’s forty-two
Multi-ethnic, working class, urban blight
Yet in the hearts of dreamers passing through
It remains the movie land of sheer delight

8/1/22
6th Place
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest

Z

“he astringed a vein in the loquacious tongue
- triggered plunger syringe needle and zaz...-
now see how this psychedelia is fleeting
and the silent world that in rainbows dissolves”
when and if you wanted to hide
the stings or dreams were like this
[this being one of other inapparent ways
to inoculate narcotics]
(people actually don't know
the paths of a map if they don't walk it)
people who are absent from themselves
lost by electronic platforms
inept and inania
ignore their core
because the organism stretches
as if all the members were
octopuses tentacular stems
but the world today is disenchantment
we are nanotragedy in microcosm
peddlers prostrate on ancestral rocks
mere distracted reptiles
disguised
dissolute
dysmorphic
dysphoric
dyslexics
distant.

Barrack Obama Full American

I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father
With whom he didn’t go farther:
an absolutely Black Papa
Describing not the Diaspora Rappa,
His loudest trumpets for Jomo,
As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo:
Safer A self –reclaiming returnee 
Than an ever groping escapee:
Better Kenya’s social leper
Than an American on paper

And heard have I of his unique white mama,
Who wouldn’t the flame surrender to coma,
Rockier getting than Nigerian’s Zuma
And quite the cougar of America’s Puma…

All that for fanciful catchers of History
And zestful peddlers of exciting mystery,
For say it I still
A-top our tallest hill:
The guy was all along full American,
To his boxers so, less Republican 
His returns of cheers completely Un African
Ascents of staircases for the Mexican
His oscillating heard during speeches
Electric fan-perfect, no breaches…

Abort this try to find out
And –please- don’t fail to shout:
Ex-president Barrack Hussein
Lost only to the American smoking sin.

The Gift

When this gift is given, does it strike fear into the hearts of the Peddlers of Perdition?
The Peddlers, what will they sow in the hearts of humanity once the gift is given?
Are the illusions they give, trap the naive into not accepting this wonderful gift?
Will they soil this gift with words of deceit?
Is this Gift to all our salvation?
The touch of this small gift, will it enlighten and awaken us in unity of love?
Does the gift enlightens the many by loving examples through sacrifice?
Am I the gift, small and insignificant that no one sees?
Who is this gift given in this time of need?

Shrinks Beware Karma

I
here lie the remains of savior-imposters
lots of canned answers from textbooks
they knew: peace & reconciliation will be their ruin
so, divorce or hate, were prolonged a tad
shrinks who didn't show you peace and reconciliation ...
until you'd paid their bank loan first!

II
here lie the greedy bones of quacks (OK, not quite)
like Sigmund Freud their father, for eyes: "holes"
That saw the complex world through sexual roles
Just like horoscope peddlers, these too got it right -
generally - who has use for generalities with abortion?

Pillars of Mexico

Crumble
brothels sprout
flesh peddlers collect their fees
selling daughters
in twos and threes
Lopez or Diaz
lazy or defiant
escaped
in polluted lagoons
the virus spreads

Dancing with the dead
priests absolve the devils
in their mist
Pilar sold her virginity
for a few bars of gold
wrapped in an old ladies hatred
she murdered her vows

Mexico is a land of smiles
the knife only glints
in the Aztec sun
as they bury you
after eating your heart

Walk Away

Walk away.

Walk away from the fear
Walk away from the insults
Walk away from the peddlers of mirage
From sycophants
From false promises
Carrots on a stick.

Don't sell your time
Don't still your soul 
Don't offer memories
To tyrants
To vampires
To loss and threats.

Not every deal is worth your consideration
Not every kind face represents a kind heart
Not every courtesy requires courteous response.

Sometimes, earning respect means honoring commitments
And you stay.
More often, it means you recognize a bad situation
And walk away.

Underground Art Montmartre

soak up the side streets of Montmartre, 
Paris, 	Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
class less 	art combusts	then drips 

- street beggars & tourists cant

writer Rubbish pastes   lace traceries
ala mode 	decoupaging decay 	
his cut-paper layers	grace	   anoint		
no longer anonymous		walls

stencilist C215’s “simply a cat”
defies sourpusses not to smile—see
heaven		art 	yes art  with style 

the banality of poverty held at bay
pureed	souffléd	life wolfed-down
colors synced 

spray-cannoned Lothario’s like David Walker
entrance	Picasso’s on the brink, 
Romani-hearted paint peddlers 
of the Republique

- street beggars & tourists cant

Thom Thom’s décollage 	rip-cuts 
the billboard scene	titillates	the unseen
—culture-lovers—can-canned Lautrec’s 
bedded with Che Guevara politics 

come tilt with the masse
	come play your part
in Montmartre 
near Pigalle on Boulevard de Clichy
where wicked pissers 	defy
cliché 



First Published in Clockwise Cat January 2015

People of the Lower East Side

Hasidim, Chinese, Spanish
Many residents of the area 
    fall into these categories
The streets are alive with memories
of pushcarts, peddlers, politics 
The people of the Lower East Side today 
revel in their history 
   You can get a great bialy, great egrolls, or
"arroz con pollo" in the area
Men sit out on benches playing dominoes 
Children run happily under fountains
Scholars study in the House of Sages
When darkness covers the area,
lovers kiss under the streetlamps
As I head to my home on the Lower East Side
I feel touched by the magic 
that has made this area famous

Blatant Megaphone Misfits

Intoxicating sweat of misfits
Consuming your glowing banners
Robbing free information from the mansions
Settled silently in a tight space
Peddling sympathy, logic, and fate
I'm a poor boy with a dull toy

Don't penalize me for your mistakes
Dont enslave me with syrup dripping pancakes
In the heart of trivial bull*****mounds
The purest hounds will release their chains
Echoing dreams from raw sound chambers

With my megaphone blatantly displayed
Ill funnel the furry
Of this generations dead mercenaries
Those corporate baffled cocktail parties
What else to steal the banquet

Gossip peddlers employing
Data mining technicians 
All the drama of man versus woman
Ensemble- nature has a date
With destiny

Electronic Peddlers

A Roto-dent toothbrush of mine
Once said “Where the heck did you dine?’
there’s bits of Swiss chard
Next too white fried cod
And pumpkin seeds by your canine?

Just then the cell phone ding-a-lings
calls out “I’ve got just the thing!’
that new water pick
will soon do the trick
“Howdy-Do DING-A-LING-ling?”

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