The Misery Compromise
many, so many flowers to
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
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.
(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
The marketplace is teeming with multi-culti dreaming !
(and no one left to leave it to)
2020dankozak\dkzkpoom&apixtr"two-bits", & just don't bother me