The Misery Compromise

 

many, so many flowers to
   haul through
the generous dark o'nightime.

i followed along, as any (good)
       lizard should, but never
appreciated the fine tuned flutter

that cleared the way before the pall.

florida is always too (bloodlessly) cold
         in winter that the 45degree torment
plays fits the very day since the offloading

of the slave trade remnants who newfoundedly
        
came to it's fresh paradise with no pretense
            beyond the pale, empty white-man's
daylight and amusement.  How many bondaged
lives do we need to ignore the necessity of recompense
                                 today?

II
           And how many times does it take to measure
           the pulse of amerika in terms of dollars/sense,
           and mispronounced poetry carved into the olde,
           wooden shithouse door?  Just take a guess, and
           you'll only steal the decades of love that i volun
            teed at the start.

III
           (but you did, and you did it so well) as to leave
           a broken ghost where it never wanted to be left
            behind), imagining the  fun our foredaddys  had
            flossing they teeth wit cacao leaves while waiting
             arrival of their latest fortunes in flesh

IV
             The marketplace is teeming with multi-culti dreaming !
                              (and no one left to leave it to)


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