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after picking up
office documents
i needed
to
work
from home
i saw
the brown bag prophet
and
asked
if
he planned
to
watch the presidential debates
the prophet
said
i believe it was
james baldwin
that
turned the phrase
masturbatory delusion
which
clearly delineates
what
the president
will demonstrate
in
the upcoming debates
especially
if
his previous
incoherent
self-indulgent
jabberwocky sessions
are
representative
so
i’d
rather not
take part
in such
a voyeuristic exhibition
of
pathological lying
anyway
this isn’t some
high school speech contest
where
the winner
gets
a blue ribbon
for
the best performance
in
utilizing
stage entertainment techniques
we’re talking about
someone
who will wield
enormous worldwide power
so
basing
a decision
of
who to vote for
as
a result
of
three recitations
seems
quite foolish
to
me

the old fan
painted the body
with cool air
in
broad strokes
from
head to toe
as
rivulets
arising
from
the sleepless child
meandered
their way
downward
to
the bed sheets
attempting
to reach
the sea
though
this point
was
a mere
hypothesis
that
the child
had developed
after watching
a classroom video
it was one
of
many
theories
developed
from
similar scientific
presentations
the one
on
pollination
for example
made
it necessary
to
never use
the same
q tip
between
the two ears
for
fear of
the resulting consequences
one can never be too careful
the child thought
further
since energy
cannot be created
or
destroyed
and
humans were
in fact
containers
of
energy
it followed
that
ghosts
were real
though evidence
for
that theory
was based more on
stories
presented
by
his uncles
and
neighborhood friends
during
night exploration trips
and
usually
as
the campfire
became
no more…

placed
on
a shelf
it sat
for years
gathering dust
since
all
were quite certain
of
it’s content
but
no one
was
right

(Edited Public Domain by Tia Dufour)

only one person’s
shown criminal sedition
he’s in the white house
so why not do your duty
and lock up the real traitor

murderous traitor
count the dead in this nation
how can anyone
that claims that there is a god
crucify the innocent
instead of the beast
do they long to bathe in blood
that of our children
or of those too poor to beg
for their god’s mercy
are silver coins of greed’s realm
worth denying sacred words
will the holy bed
be soiled with the putrid
lies of one man’s lust
or will the faithful remove
each bloody nail from faith’s hands

have to clear
my head
of
these empty conversations
for
there will be
no
communion
no
breaking
of
bread together
nor
sipping
of
the sacred wine
of
enlightenment
there will only be
the bitter vinegar
of
lies
thrust
into
the mouths
of
babes

half forgotten
smiles
at sunrise
staring
into
a lover’s eyes
still
exhausted
resting
on
passion’s sheets
no thoughts
beyond
this moment
or
this place
no needs
left
unfulfilled

sometimes
subtle
but
rarely
unobserved
small movements
of
lips
or
eyes
that can
quickly
be translated
by
even
the dullest minds
ah
but those
with
intellect
stare off
into
a mythical horizon
as if
nothing
was
covertly conveyed
turning
the predator
into
the
prey

canopy
conceals
the stars and moon
darkness
shrouds the source
of
sounds
in
a veil
of
fear
sounds
come from
all
directions
none louder
than
the boy’s
pounding heart
as
shallow breaths
join
the chorus
of
fear
suddenly
strong scents
fill
his nostrils
it’s like
an approaching death
pulse
quickens
he
lowers his body
to
the ground
becoming one
with
the earth
then
a torch
is lite
he is encircled
by
his elders
bapa dola
speaks
saying
each hunter
must have empathy
for
their prey
the taking
of
life
for survival
means
the end
of
survival
for
another
so
should be done
with
respect
and
understanding
of
the prey’s fear
a fire
was lit
and
the elders
brought forth
nature’s offerings
for
a boy
was now
a man

blazes
intentionally set
to
deprive
others
of
what they have
paid
for
with
sacrifices
of
blood
and
flesh
the hard labors
of
a lifetime
turned
into
smoldering
remnants
of
freedom
and
charred dreams
of
a better nation
a nation
which
could evolve
into
it’s
own
myth
were it
not
for
political arsonists
setting fires
and
then
offering
to put them out
for
the mere price
of
your soul
a so called
deal
of
the century