4 More Pictures, 4 More Poems
They sang with as much heart as anyone had ever heard before. Their three voices worked as one as they reached upward, maybe to heaven, maybe to God, maybe just to stretch and dance and sing. It felt good. It always did. Whether wood or skin, they were alive, and so was everything else, even the empty space.
Is darkness a lonely place?
Or is it only when we sleep?
Is the grayness a haunted world,
hiding what's beneath?
What about those teeth and jaws
just below the wave
a smiling grin frames their intent,
to send me to my grave.
Or is it only when we sleep?
Is the grayness a haunted world,
hiding what's beneath?
What about those teeth and jaws
just below the wave
a smiling grin frames their intent,
to send me to my grave.
It was cold as winter,
but winter in Florida is seldom cold.
It once knew Al Capone
making it very old
it was loved by children
by the lonely and the bold
so up from the rock came the water
and into its depths we dove
but winter in Florida is seldom cold.
It once knew Al Capone
making it very old
it was loved by children
by the lonely and the bold
so up from the rock came the water
and into its depths we dove
City on Fire
As the bombs landed, millions of armchair military experts swung into action. All they needed was a good meme, in order to fight the power.
"How about this one?" somebody shouted. "If we took the money from Trump's super bomb, we could buy lunch for 9 million people, at least. And, it wouldn't be some crappy lunch either. We're talking a hoagie. Maybe a good burger with fries." Although, admittedly, this was kind-a long for a meme.
Yes, these people, having never served in the military, nonetheless, had surmised the inner workings of geopolitics and the global machinations of tyrants after reading a Huff Po article. They also understood the suffering of the masses of humanity, wondering why people in Botswana and other hellholes didn't have cellphones and other cool shit.
"I know!" They proclaimed, as an epic epiphany filled their empty heads with a single thought. "America is to blame! That's it! "Amerika!" With a KKK....because America is racist!"
Now they had a righteous cause. They would expose America, using their cellphones and computers to fight the power...just as long as mom and dad paid their tuitions, their car payments, and for the Internet, plus some on-line game streaming...cause fighting the power was hard....really hard.
Mark Magula
As the bombs landed, millions of armchair military experts swung into action. All they needed was a good meme, in order to fight the power.
"How about this one?" somebody shouted. "If we took the money from Trump's super bomb, we could buy lunch for 9 million people, at least. And, it wouldn't be some crappy lunch either. We're talking a hoagie. Maybe a good burger with fries." Although, admittedly, this was kind-a long for a meme.
Yes, these people, having never served in the military, nonetheless, had surmised the inner workings of geopolitics and the global machinations of tyrants after reading a Huff Po article. They also understood the suffering of the masses of humanity, wondering why people in Botswana and other hellholes didn't have cellphones and other cool shit.
"I know!" They proclaimed, as an epic epiphany filled their empty heads with a single thought. "America is to blame! That's it! "Amerika!" With a KKK....because America is racist!"
Now they had a righteous cause. They would expose America, using their cellphones and computers to fight the power...just as long as mom and dad paid their tuitions, their car payments, and for the Internet, plus some on-line game streaming...cause fighting the power was hard....really hard.
Mark Magula