the flat world which i catch myself thiking about.

It's been years since I've wanted

a log cabin funeral.  Or a horse,

most recently, driven mad by snakes

or festival bells. Sure,

you can shake the tree of knowledge

until leaves turn into meadows; haze

into green blades but the liberals will still

escort you, idyllically, thru loveliness. 

Like a habitat for discarded wigs.

Like a maple that knows the name

of each poem.

Like the "great war".

Like priests afflicted without penises.

Like the eternal flame of Hell

without being shocked by how short the Devil is.

Like Crane clawing thru the sun deck

of upsidedowness.. Like sugar,

the name the Negroes gave lovingly to

diabetes. Like your heel

falling off

in your Air Jordan's

above your grave.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Dana. You are blessed that you have the opportunity to repay the love and devotion your mother has doubtless so selflessly given you over the years.

My and my sister's time will come, of that we have no doubt, and we will not be found wanting.
Eighty seven, a good age and doubtless a good life well lived.

Bless you.

Beccy. x

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest love.....good morning to you.

[Corset]

Sometimes, when I read your poems, my jaw still drops open on it's hinge, popping open in that "oh my f*****g Godness" that it does with you. Todays highlights ;
Or a horse,
most recently, driven mad by snakes
or festival bells. Sure,
you can shake the tree of knowledge
until leaves turn into meadows; haze
into green blades but the liberals will still
escort you, idyllically, thru loveliness.
Like a habitat for discarded wigs.
Like a maple that knows the name
of each poem.
Like the "great war".
Like priests afflicted without penises.
Like the eternal flame of Hell
without being shocked by how short the Devil is.
Like Crane clawing thru the sun deck
of upsidedowness.. Like sugar,
the name the Negroes gave lovingly to
diabetes."
borderline...and the Nikes where only knock offs, today I wear Puma to pick up that mess the moms spend only god knows what to lovingly pin to their children's heads for them to sit and tug and scratch out as quickly as they were so painstakingly installed. But the beauty was there as long as it lasted for poor Mom, maybe not even realizing the beauty of the long regal lines of the African American necks hidden to have longer hair, that elegant nape concealed by whatever that crap extension is made of

[h d e rushin]

dearest Corset: thank you my love....again, I have so little time to write poetry anymore, but trust me, I read it every day......dana

[Beccy]

I've seen photos, so unless it's more fake news, the world is definitely round; thus, it must be our species that is flat. :))

You paint like a master with your words; and I just adore the thought that somewhere out there is a habitat for discarded wigs, such fripperies being one of the more pointless vanities we disguise ourselves with.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you love.....I've become the care give for m 87 year old mother who has lost most of her sight and all of her reasoning....lol...Thanks for those kind words my friend...dana

[Neville]

These words are blooming fantastic, write on my friend, write on....... Neville

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest Neville....and good morning

[Neville]

My very sincere pleasure..... Neville