Durable People (a poem)

we are durable people

roughing thru pandemics,

storms, & various other

upheavals toppling

societal norms

the breaking point

must come sooner

rather than later

when frozen pipes,

price gougers, &

relentless deliriums

make folks show

true stripes

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Would you Help me? (a poem)

Would you help me if I was in trouble?

Would you be tender?

Would you be like the good Samaritan in the bible?

Would you wipe the drool off my bruised mouth?

Would you carry me on the battlefield?

Would you feed me?

Would you listen to me talk of how I’ve wasted my life?

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Primordial (a poem)

I am the tramp who wanders American backroads

I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry

I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab

I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth

I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff

I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest

I am the space-dust that destroys satellites

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