Jalapeno Peppers

judgmental Dorothea
ex-Charles happy with his whore
Dot with her “beautiful things” and
turn-out-all-the-lights-sex
security equating happy-ever-after
will seven novels be enough
to convince herself
she’s dead right he’s dead wrong?
who reads this stuff and why?
not me! it fell into my hands
and fell right out again.
Yes, i too flay down my judgment
lament the sacrificial trees
print on paper with no social redeeming […]

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why the most lovable
the least likely
to be beloved
and the least lovable
get all the goodies?
cause they sold us apple pi ii i.
an’ teeth so white they sparkle ee.
no mo’ cookies in da cookie jar!
it wasn’t good for me.
was it good for you?
how many times
does a dingbat bank it’s head
against the same stone wall?
till there is light […]

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audacious why not now
if’n that’s what it takes…
to the claim of
“The Best American Poetry”
i call and raise
“The World’s Best Poetry”
a tidbit from 2002:
the cast iron skillet generous enough
for it’s content as if
the placer of the contents into the pot
had nothing to do with the room
therein
perhaps
if some Earthling(s) claimed
“The Best Poetry in the Universe”
we will be […]

does it make him unelectable?
are all Muslims the same
the same as in our Constitution without amendments
treated all African Americans as “the same”?
are all whites the same?
who who wants to unmelt our melting pot?
why why when a man is raised a Christian
do the mudrackers want to paint him other?
sorry right wing nutty ditto heads
flip-flop is no […]

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farmers
pickers
truckers
processors
warehouses
truckers
grocers
consumers
builders
home buyers
bank mortgages
Freddie Mac
Fannie May
US tax bailout
homeless
Jason Furman
Brookings.edu
edu?
Obama
change
Not

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bless bliss little zephyr
rock and roll moon eyes
now wide circle then crescent
sometimes south sometimes north
gyroscoping full empty full
nightmares awake
day dream sleep
in super-ego dreams
scary is not that
breathe breathe
John Lennon’s
“All we are saying,
is give peace a chance,”
still blisses and blesses.

who put cheese in the cookie jar
who dug a well on the hill
any critical quarry will do.
take dictionart
antipodal farts
hick up darts
land in bubba land!.
where little scools of fishy swim
blessed be the little worm
in her/his life altering experience.
back forward stop refresh
my favorites search home e-mail
power sleep calculator
My computer wake up fn
num lock caps lock scroll lock
git […]

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jump the price of gas so high
voters will clamor for Anwar and Gulf Coast drilling
give the clamors an immediate dip at the gas pump
and they will forget how long it will take
to obtain and turn oil into gas
and they will forget the promises made
of how little oil there is in these spots
the polar bears won’t […]

boy child put to bed with a music box
that plays the marine corps song
as he recites the mantra
“honor, courage, commitment”
how much anger does it cause to learn
your highest, Chief Commander
- has no honor
- […]

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what is the difference:
bloody oil is blood letting
bio-fuel is gut retching
no we won’t take u back Virginia
west of the Nile
east of the reed trundle
beddybye my little fellahin
mamma’s got an empty cupboard
papa’s got a broken back
stack the rice and wheat the corn
bio-engineerings gone wacko- quacko
lift those skirts
slap those bales
they’re hauling Johnny off to jail
again
tall the […]

there’s a whole lot of zigzagging goin’ on
cross yer tees fur yer i’s
dot the poke and dance a jog
johnny jump-up’s come to town
spell yer kiss and grin a frown
ghost riders no longer sky bound
look out! holy kamoly!
shit really does happen :O)
don’t wanna look and see
human train wrecks are scary
nice and easy take it easy
glass of […]

in as
we are ALL right
and
we are ALL wrong
and as
we are pulled left then right and back again
In the middle is a Democratic Republic for which we stand.
and the struggle
is to produce a shining monument
not a palace
not a crown
a monument of light not stone
we have
a lot of blood to atone for
a lot of compassion […]

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remember when we were children
and we just played,
and how we begged for
“Just one more minute?!”
as day fades into night…
and how did we get to here - where
one more minute is one too long!?
as night faded into day
remember when they sang to us
“give me five minutes more”?
sometimes a miss
sometimes a hit
then a big fat […]

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how many ditto heads did you create
and how many hearts were broken clean
when child dies before parent in all the wars
championed by your words, Rush?
what don’t you understand
about the temptation of being #1
in person or race or nation?
and what are you doing at my front gate?
come back and see me in a few eons
after you’ve […]