April 17, 2014
A smiling face in front of a skull and
bones can never be a positive sign -
deception, malevolence, subterfuge –
a woman in the middle is clapping,
or wiping, her hands of the matter.
But right to left yields a better message:
danger approaches or is present -
but the woman in the middle
resolves the matter – as a mother protects
her sun, a lover fixes the situation
for her lover - tragedy transforms
to comedy, romance. Boy is happy, safe.
What a difference direction makes.
"What's in your wallet?”
April 18, 2014
Everybody’s talking about the one percent:
they have all the money, all the connections,
the networks to get more money, MOAR money.
I say let them have their exclusivity,
build those walls higher & higher, thicker
and thicker to keep out the unalike,
the alien, the dissimilar, the impure.
Let their gene pool weaken from incest
and lack of variation, let their diseases
replicate and multiply inside those walls,
walls that enclose but also block out
light & love & joy & celebration.
Give me life’s richness any day, and color,
and let them perish in their cherished purity.
A smiling face in front of a skull and
bones can never be a positive sign -
deception, malevolence, subterfuge –
a woman in the middle is clapping,
or wiping, her hands of the matter.
But right to left yields a better message:
danger approaches or is present -
but the woman in the middle
resolves the matter – as a mother protects
her sun, a lover fixes the situation
for her lover - tragedy transforms
to comedy, romance. Boy is happy, safe.
What a difference direction makes.
"What's in your wallet?”
April 18, 2014
Everybody’s talking about the one percent:
they have all the money, all the connections,
the networks to get more money, MOAR money.
I say let them have their exclusivity,
build those walls higher & higher, thicker
and thicker to keep out the unalike,
the alien, the dissimilar, the impure.
Let their gene pool weaken from incest
and lack of variation, let their diseases
replicate and multiply inside those walls,
walls that enclose but also block out
light & love & joy & celebration.
Give me life’s richness any day, and color,
and let them perish in their cherished purity.
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