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Sixty Years Later

    America plagued by terror
      Murder and hate wherever you turn

    Country gone the way of Watts, ‘65
      ~ “Burn, baby burn”

Sixty Fangs: Part Two

I remember now!
His name was the Crenshaw Cowboy!
He was the one who told me I descended from kings!

This is why I jump over the fence
Why I kick the fence
We pillaged and burned
Doing only what we needed to survive
So that we could one day tear the fence down and make peace

Or maybe I'm wrong and death is the only way not to kill.

Sixty Fangs

bruised tank top
	name’s been scratched out
	
	a guy jumps over the net fence,
	out of the dog’s yard
	smoother than the water in a wine glass.

		guy says “what you talkin’ bout”
		and then it’s nothing but nothing words and prepositions 
	
	i remember the dog’s name was Mocha
	covered in scars
	a black belt in Wing Chun
	currently majoring in Philosophy
	which is even more scary

		some guy said to me that people like us
		are actually kings
		they all said the same thing 
		but they were all right, you know
		maybe i just didn’t think of it

Woodstock Sixty Years Later

a musical trio
livening up the prairie
enthusiastic beatnik dog on bongo drums
terrifically talented tambourine-playing Tomcat
Romanian beauty with flashing eyes with a ukulele
people arrive to sing along and dance
it feels like the seventies
Woodstock sixty years later

will their memories last sixty years like mine

gold leaf murals sparkling on old fashioned carousel
memories from years ago float into my riding brain
I watch the other riders, barely noticing Eiffel Tower
wondering if their memories will last sixty years like mine.

Shy Around Gurls And Ninteen Sixty Four

Well, you know me?

I've always been shy around Gurls
I didn't tell my Mom 
Until I was forty-four
The last one I had (no not my Mom)
Was in nineteen sixty-four

It was a blind date
I wore more aftershave
On than a department store
Like always I was late

She was so sweet and kind
And I had to guide,her and her dog
Across the road
Because she was blind
(poor Gurl )

Since I was a young Lad
Gurls were a mystery
I knew they were different but I didn't know why?
I still don't even know today
Left to me we'd be extinct and have no history
They don't ever exactly knock on my door
Even In nineteen Sixty Four

But I love Gurls and Women
Only trouble is
I can't Lasoo one
They run too fast
And they are soon gone!
And it's not my fault I have bad breath
And stutter stutter stutter

Come out all you Ladies
Where ever you maybe
It's your chance
To save the world and humanity.

Sixty Seconds Of My Mistake

A French cafe in time and space,
where I would face,
you sitting there,
with your eclair.

One minute where worlds collided,
fates decided,
to my regret, 
that our eyes met.

Sixty seconds of my mistake,
at buying cake,
stood in that queue,
when I blamed choux.

He Slept for Sixty Years

     

He slept for sixty years
  then woke up with a start
For the life of him
  he couldn’t tell things apart

Ghettos still all filled with blacks
  War everywhere he turned
Young folks rioting in the streets
  Property looted and burned

World ‘leaders’ puffing out their chests
  threatening to detonate
Nuclear arsenals built to the hilt … 
  Make love, but don’t procreate …  

So, the sleeper saw a doctor
  and told him all his troubles
Doctor said, “Your eye exam
  reveals you’re seeing double”

sixty years

sixty years
i know nothing
still, the sun rises

Profundity, aka the Sixty-four Cent Question

             A tongue can lick
             And a foot can kick ~
               Whence cometh yon vapors

Jamaica Sixty-One

Take me back in time so I can remember it all,
When as a great nation we bravely stood tall.
We fought with all our might to gain independence, 
And did so with pride and much resilience. 
The fighting spirit of Nanny must be kept alive,
And the boldness of our heroes will help us survive.
As we rise up as a great nation, 
To reminiscence about the past at sixty-one. 
No obstacle will be too great or small,
That  as Jamaicans we  cannot overcome them all.

US For Sixty Cents

Juan de la Cruz goes
American sixty cents
For milk and honey.

Gone In Sixty Seconds

Why not
Turn full circle?
A chance to change.
A movement in a moment.
A revolution in a minute.

Hitch-Hike

Do you ever wish you'd never been born?
Never again?
Do I play a role in your misery?
Or, did our paths cross to confirm inevitable suffering?
I'm weak and addicted. 
Mayonnaise brain.
Unfiltered rants that indulge self hate.
Pushing the limits. 
I don't want to be what I created. 
Seem is adjacent.
No satisfaction. 
Coincidence is comfortable in the simile of simplicity. 
Just one second and we fall. 
Gravity is there. I accepted whatever outcome
Without a breath of consequence. 
Never again.

My Valentine Since Sixty-Nine

My Valentine Since Sixty-nine
(To: Barbara with love)
By Franklin Price
02/10/2023

You are my love and soul mate
We met in nineteen sixty-nine
We were lost and searching for
A forever Valentine

We both thought love had passed us by
Would never come our way again
God had other plans for us
That year our journey would begin

We found each other through his grace
His plan would come to be
In November we were married
And became a family

You and I and Danielle Dawn
Traveled down life's road together
When the sun was shining bright
Through clouds and stormy weather

Always there for one another
As each Valentine's was cast
Thanking God for his good graces
In twenty twenty-two you passed

You will always be my Valentine
Though you are on the golden shore
Where you're waiting there to greet me
Valentines forevermore

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