Short Pinstripe Poems

Who are these? 
Pinstripe assassins, 
That stride; self satisfied, 
The world is theirs, 
To do as they wish. 
Sipping coffee, 
From little white cups 
Guardians of the system. 
Soldiers of capital, 
Unreal....

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the green-eyed child
will smile
as the world dies
so long she's sat
behind that big oak desk
fighting the dream-demons
now her hand hovers
above the black
octagonal button
(& it's promise
of oblivion)

watching this,
i'll lick
her sticky-sweet laughter
from my fingers
& look the other way...

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Legacies of October

Pinstripe domination 
Out of nowhere perfection
Pittsburgh’s unexpected celebration
The great Dodger rotation
Gibby’s game 1 animation
69 defies explanation
Green and gold covered the nation
The queen city was king during the second Nixon administration
Reggie’s single-handed ruination
Bean town’s 86 devastation
The heroic apparition
Atlanta’s autumn frustration
An eight decade delayed coronation...

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Quiet porch and a lazy chair,
sitting for a while is a song.
A blue collar stereotype.

Highlights visible from the air,
bold italics will show up strong.
Iconic, working that pinstripe. 

Dusk saunters in devil may care,
sizzling whatever could go wrong?
Tipple a taste of this peace pipe. 

Like a view of the county fair,
the big girl rides go all night long.
Such fine architectural hype.

I have built my diorama, 
a caricature of drama. 
...

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