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Poof* Take MY water
this 30th of May
even the fireworks
sound tired
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negotiable instruments
from now on
i am going to write
“I hate what the world has become…”
in the memo
of all my paper checks
i put on some water for tea
then decided to mop the floors
of our new little nest
before the furniture gets carried in
before the rest of our lives happen
Murphy’s Oil Soap
water and sunshine into a bucket
carried through the echoing emptiness
of what will be
over original hardwood
placed there in 1941
i love to clean
the ritual of it
i write in my thoughts as i work
images painting themselves
into spaces around my gentle humming
spreading wet across the grain
seeing hands that mopped this floor
before me
wives husbands
fathers mothers
lovers and
put-upon teenagers
oh this house
has a history
built the year
the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor
it’s all still there
nailed down memories
layers of time entombed in wax
someone stood in that living room and heard
we dropped the bomb
we landed at Normandy
of a flag raised in Iwo-Jima
Kennedy was dead
Vietnam was a lost cause only good
for folded flags being handed to weeping mothers
Nixon was a crook
Reagan and John Lennon had been shot
the Berlin wall had fallen
i heard first steps
crying babies
crying widows
joyous laughter
say cheese
wine glasses clinking together
realizing with a smile
this floor is mine
the foundation of a family
and i will love it
then
the teapot
began to whistle
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old goats
yesterday
after 108 years of enduring a curse
the cubbies won the world series
but that’s not what made it a banner day
it was because i
remembered
to forget you
i have no fear of death
i’m not particularly concerned with my life expectancy
possessing the prescience of mind
if and when i reach 75
i will feel powerful dumb
as i tally the amount of time
i have spent in line at starbucks
on hold waiting for a customer service representative
watching television commercials
sitting in traffic
logged into a pseudo society online
listening to politicians lie
writing student loan checks
forcing a faux smile to an asshole
and feel i deserve
to be flattened by a speeding bullet train
into a scraping trail of bloody offal
for my cowardice
for failing to truly live
for accepting coffee and credit card offers as a substitute
for wasting my life
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this american strife
perhaps the greatest
tragedy besetting
american culture is
that parenthood is considered
a part-time vocation
easily farmed out
to sub-contractors
creating generations
of parents who don’t understand
what their role is
giving birth to children
who were never nurtured properly
negating empathy
and who too will grow
to fail at their jobs
this is how
a society
unravels
forget baseball
masturbation
is our national
pastime
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the world at your fingertips
