WALKING ON THIN ICE

mexican political graffiti - foto by smith

having wonderful visit so far with mucho fotos and thought notes for blogs - but many people and little timem leaves me blogless. so here’s 2 more american poems for this 4th of july.

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Sold American

We’re born in blood, raised in flesh
In Ragnarok n roll Armageddon
So let’s go let’s go let’s go go Sell American
For the red, white, black and blue

Schrodinger’s cat is dead, perhaps
And we but lie, lie dreaming
This tit for tat means this this ain’t that
No matter what the ragweeds weaving

My Little Bo Peep’s down eating her sheep
With Darwin doubtless her handle
Your Little Boy Blue’s sniffing glue
While cooking his spoon over candle

So drink a drink for all that hasn’t happened
Bleed in need for all that never will
3 cheers for the crippled, the misbegotten
All hail politicians finger in the till

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Promise Land

Greyhound bound
To Tupperware City
Light like liquid Zen
Wars time tatter tight
As tight asses tie
Meat neat man to kine, kino
Contempt of course
Playing Plato’s barn

Blue bloods
Stabilize fish at 7
Mime the ma’am
Bamboo cathedrals
In wondrous disarray
Just outside real
Where the fat
Flee frantic
Fleece feed the poor

Competing EXIT signs
Dance specific disease
Rude crude
Plus tax
Bouncing Betty’s
Slouching Bethlehem belly
Slips on guilt
And splinters.

Emiliano Zapata 1879-1919 - foto by smith