no less collared in significance

than a four-fisted alley fracas

~~

here’s to youth who must leave the booth

& lend two hands to the betterment of man

on the corner of knuckle junction & rock band

attempt to rearrange one face for sake o a land

while the moot n morose do take & take again

send th uglyman w/a cookie-jar pen to rewrite

our long-haul best hope & peaceQuake aim

today-tonight…trading cases of warcrime

wears (a means for a fight), using kids as

mere fodder for ¿what? monster of might

for a nation o desperate children of dopes

on a mountain of bad debt & … good coke

oh artist, oh music, oh hope  … do get goin’

rearrange the alphabet in random patterns

of paragraphs that open eyes to this & that

&  some o those  who pass the plate  & hold

their nose & push the peek of human tolerance

to wide the gap     between themselves and us

(who live without, within some frame of mind)

that goes beyond the local purchase price

you  pay  to keep ~~ to legislate the like ~~

I stand here hopeful of some common sense

o free land once awakened  by your relevance:

Fury-speaking tunes o some Age-old pretense

& ruins   brought on by  fathers & sons  of greed

mongering tons o me-me & my my superlatives

& dark-harvest recompense   for the dead-eye

of Sauron  & the live-wires  of  FUD  &  might

&, yes, even morons who bask in th twilight:

The mothers of sorrow, th sons of dread

Oh artist, oh music, oh hope  ….…pray do

Rearrange the alphabet  in random patterns

of paragraphs that tear th eyes n shatter th guise

…go  form some  12 notes  into  melodic sunrise

as th moon rock th rolling sea, well-beat the tides

WE…the people who stand on shaky ground, why,

we’ll blank-out th mantles who cohort demise (cor-

ridors to regression who)  mock & deride our best

luv intentions.  Smite the fortress to Mordor, spite

the  tantamount  to  destruction with  a blue note

in Bb … & an ol’ harp on salted lips, baby,  as

breakers  break  @  every shoreline whether

the legislators say it will or won’t …or not!

There is a voice of reason in that song

& even if we can’t save ourselves,

save our daughters & our sons

& the terra-firma was once

ours…is now theirs to

do what with, dad?

today’ll … be

whose last

dance?

XXX

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