Trump or trumped-up
scares the dickens out of the u.s.
Bernie or boycott
or get off the bus
american is just a wo/man
pension-less,impoverished,in debt
give the workers a working hand
Bernie or boycott, you bet!
procreate with Bernie, plant a seed
start it over or let it rot
you will not have another chance
for a chicken in every pot
listen here, Putin, no black man shot
the snow job that Snowden was provoking
the world keeps passing the u.s. by
either get with it or keep on smokin'
China had opium easily brought
a nation too high to fight what they fought
dream on Bernie, cream on Bernie
or found napping you will be caught
stand up for Bernie, your only chance
or let Trump quicken the fall
over the Hill-artillery still
making fools again of you all
may 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
plum rain suddenly
i do not need a weatherman
to know which way the plum rain blows
it is like blue lotus rising fragrantly from the Nile
slender green fingers of rice paddies drinking
awaiting a rescue by the one who loves me
from my sheltered bench
of porous wooden slats
within sight of the swift and narrow Han
fed by mountain streams looking
like white water rapids of mini-Colorado
with egrets on her shores
waiting for worms to arise
like migratory ducks under an overpass
cleaning dirty wet feathers
after blue plum rain clouds burst upon us
as vainly i cover a book of Seven Flowers
hunched over a vulnerable laptop
with no place to go
or place i would rather be
breathing these tropical smells
of lush green Taichung deeply
and no other tongue would i rather speak
than the language of passing storms
no time would i rather have
than my own good time
staying dry in my lover's eye
near the mighty River Han
6-7-16
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