it 's late now
too late?
only history
or those who claim
to make it
tell
the dream
formed on the strangled bones
of the firsts
salted with tears
of the afters
consummated by wealthy landowners
necrophiliacs mostly
all property owners are created
equal
well
sort of
was
is
a lie
always
not to say
that
imperfection should be
abolition
simply
starting with a
startling
falsehood
is a strange way
to start a
relationship
and the legacy
bequeathing
this
our sacred
honor?
About Me
- The Wound Dresser
- Brooklyn, NY
- Lover of Annie,my kids, Jesus,The Mets,poetry,Whitman,Blake,Akmatova,Pasternak,Patti Smith,Bach,Glenn Gould, Dylan,butterflies,Willie Mays,ragas cedar and sandalwood, ,the Detroit red Wings,rose bushes worn out jeans and dogs, soup in the winter,,The Clash and Aretha, Marvin Gaye and Curtis Mayfield,Dylan Thomas Wilfred Owen and Nusrat, baseball gloves,The Dead and Mingus,,mangoes,Terry Riley and Nikhil Banerjeee ,Bonhoeffer, Rumi,Tom Seaver,Roberto Clemente ,Gospel of John,old ballparks,small churches, Stained glass the smell of a wood fire , smell of rain, ,dark chocolate and the word Daddy spoken by one of my children, Wavy Gravy, Tie dye,the circus, Corita,,singing bowls, flowers and the hubble telescope
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