That Lost Cord


logical fictions are causing me friction with some
subsets rubbing me wrong

against a throng of classless and the clueless
worried if, and where they might belong.

as they bellow their beloved political song in a babble
to the rabble they choose to ensemble

to riff and raft fears of a fact filled future to ballad
a history backwards


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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sharing marginalia of the moment
with poesy pretensions on parade–
for over a decade


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