Ichikatauta: "First Value of Close"
the day that will live
in infamy ~ the fifteenth
of April ~ tax day
Nikatauta: "Second Value of Close"
the house that Jack built
with the deck of playing cards
I'll huff and I'll puff
Sedokada: "Sixth Evaluation of Close
just smoke and mirrors
magic the rabbit is out
trick is how to put it back
an apple a day
keeps tax man and Eve away
sharing tax refund today
Boy gets up at six
Needs no alarm of complaint
To shake
The brief night of sleep
From his hay-cropped hair
Brushes his teeth
Smokes a two dollar holler of cigarette for breakfast
A pack a day is like tax day for him
Paid by ten in the morning
Then the day is free and clear
Holds down his car as it bucks to life
Lurches away
Stops at Starbucks
Spends another hour’s dough
On two large black coffees
Picks up three buddies at the far edge
Of the Walmart parking lot
Drives two hours to arrive
At a dismal road to tame with asphalt
The boys dissolve and stick to the road
Buns of thick shoulders
Rise and fall in the oven of sun
Shoveling boils of oil and coal
Throwing
Their boots to stomp the steam
His car limps back to his driveway corral
At 9:45 in the summer evening
Devours another hour
Of Coors and McDonalds at his kitchen table
Prays very hard to God
Maybe it could rain tomorrow?
His girlfriend stands behind him
Rests her head on his shoulder
A dim light buzzing from the ceiling.
Blame it on the Soup
This day is sacred said I,
Set aside to do income tax,
But first I’ll check on the web,
And then I’ll turn right back.
There was the Soup with new poems,
Oh, I’ll just read a few,
Before I knew it, it was noon,
Tax papers all askew.
In between this year and that,
I spied a little ancient book,
In it I’d written a few poems and so,
I’d have to take a look.
Another tad of time went by,
It was like that all tax day,
So if Uncle Sam doesn’t hear from me;
Blame it on the Soup, I say.
Funny, here comes another Red Moon cycle April 15th tax day
Like the trumpet of St. Michael something is heading this way
So many prophecies now fulfilled and so very few now remain
But it is all what God has Willed for all else would all be vain
The Savior has been sent as said in Bethlehem He will be born
And thus the reason He was sent and suffered through so much scorn
Not one of His bones were broken and they then pierced His side
Two more prophecies spoken like the Resurrection 3 days after He died
But now back here to the present when Israel again became a State
And what that 1947 cycle meant but still for Jerusalem we had to wait
Then finally in the year 1968 Jerusalem and Israel were once again connected
And for the second time in 500 years to date it was a red moon that now reflected
On April 29th President Obama has a demand to enforce a United Nations sanction
To give back some of the Israeli land and President Obama said this must be done
The third red moon cycle in 500 years is now but not even a month away
Myself I have absolutely no fears but for the lost souls for whom I will continue to pray
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