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monk music

Music functions in a pattern.
Patterns.
Patterns function in a whiz; the
worse for patternistry which is not
there. The gems of few lines. Then
- music functions whole, patterns
into system patterns. Thus do
patterns become history and
music - forms. Yes, do pages of
phrases write motion, still things -
that move, that have lines in mystery, because the best music then forms
benign of misery.

Blues yes! The blues do. But
there is the music -in the blues
that do and mercuriate to fire
straight lines, non-curve, in
monohorizontal unperplexed –
in placate history with story-flight
that flies faster than
the bumblebees, yet
with a blue aura:

time in history does
form this semblance,
gravity in norm as
unquested and easy,
easily drawn.

Straight go: time as music alive
between the heats -plus-non-plus
quicker in deed than Hurricane
Jackson the heavyweight, more
Alice in Wonderland before the
feet think twice
is Monk's music is.

Feeling driving non-driving diz.

- Henry Grimes

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Being Human

I wonder if the sun debates dawn
some mornings
not wanting to rise
out of bed
from under the down-feather horizon

if the sky grows tired
of being everywhere at once
adapting to the mood
swings of the weather

if clouds drift off
trying to hold themselves together
make deals with gravity
to loiter a little longer

I wonder if rain is scared
of falling
if it has trouble
letting go

if snow flakes get sick
of being perfect all the time
each one
trying to be one-of-a-kind

I wonder if stars wish
upon themselves before they die
if they need to teach their young
how to shine

I wonder if shadows long
to just-for-once feel the sun
if they get lost in the shuffle
not knowing where they’re from

I wonder if sunrise
and sunset
respect each other
even though they’ve never met

if volcanoes get stressed
if storms have regrets
if compost believes in life
after death

I wonder if breath ever thinks of suicide
if the wind just wants to sit
still sometimes
and watch the world pass by

if smoke was born
knowing how to rise
if rainbows get shy back stage
not sure if their colors match right

I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock
to know when to crack
if rivers ever stop
and think of turning back

if streams meet the wrong sea
and their whole lives run off-track
I wonder if the snow
wants to be black

if the soil thinks she’s too dark
if butterflies want to cover up their marks
if rocks are self-conscious of their weight
if mountains are insecure of their strength

I wonder if waves get discouraged
crawling up the sand
only to be pulled back again
to where they began

if land feels stepped upon
if sand feels insignificant
if trees need to question their lovers
to know where they stand

if branches waver at the crossroads
unsure of which way to grow
if the leaves understand they’re replaceable
and still dance when the wind blows

I wonder
where the moon goes
when she is in hiding
I want to find her there

and watch the ocean
spin from a distance
listen to her
stir in her sleep

effort give way to existence

- Naima Penniman

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What We Need

The Emperor,
his bullies
and henchmen,
terrorize the world
every day

which is why
every day

we need

a little poem
of kindness,

a small song
of peace,

a brief moment
of joy.

-David Budbill

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Forward To The Past (Redux and Recovers)

Don't know about The Donald's true desires
Detail's in the devils fanning, "You're fired."
Is he building a covered bridge too far
Taking us back to the USSR?

If rushin' love's not for covert lootin'
Perhaps hushed rendezvous pleasin' Putin'
Repay debts with risky, Rusky rootin'
And addressin' Russia as well suitin'.

Trump soundly renounced all intelligence
Announcing, "Mexico pays for the fence!"
Then he chose one unworthy of two... Pence
Cheer leader for synchronized sycophants.

Trump's tenure will defile his rank's living
With labored days, no raise, no Thanksgiving.
His eviction requires complete sieving
Of toxic tax tactics, he's not giving.

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Letter to the Local Police

Dear Sirs:

I have been enjoying the law and order of our
community throughout the past three months since
my wife and I, our two cats, and miscellaneous
photographs of the six grandchildren belonging to
our previous neighbors (with whom we were very
close) arrived in Saratoga Springs which is clearly
prospering under your custody

Indeed, until yesterday afternoon and despite my
vigilant casting about, I have been unable to discover
a single instance of reasons for public-spirited concern,
much less complaint

You may easily appreciate, then, how it is that
I write to your office, at this date, with utmost
regret for the lamentable circumstances that force
my hand

Speaking directly to the issue of the moment:

I have encountered a regular profusion of certain
unidentified roses, growing to no discernible purpose,
and according to no perceptible control, approximately
one quarter mile west of the Northway, on the southern
side

To be specific, there are practically thousands of
the aforementioned abiding in perpetual near riot
of wild behavior, indiscriminate coloring, and only
the Good Lord Himself can say what diverse soliciting
of promiscuous cross-fertilization

As I say, these roses, no matter what the apparent
background, training, tropistic tendencies, age,
or color, do not demonstrate the least inclination
toward categorization, specified allegiance, resolute
preference, consideration of the needs of others, or
any other minimal traits of decency

May I point out that I did not assiduously seek out
this colony, as it were, and that these certain
unidentified roses remain open to viewing even by
children, with or without suitable supervision

(My wife asks me to append a note as regards the
seasonal but nevertheless seriously licentious
phenomenon of honeysuckle under the moon that one may
apprehend at the corner of Nelson and Main

However, I have recommended that she undertake direct
correspondence with you, as regards this: yet
another civic disturbance in our midst)

I am confident that you will devise and pursue
appropriate legal response to the roses in question
If I may aid your efforts in this respect, please
do not hesitate to call me into consultation

Respectfully yours,

- June Jordan

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Forward To The Past

Is Trump building a covert bridge too far
Taking us back to the USSR?

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A Warm Welcome

My life has spanned the decay of decades
And precedents predict present charades.
If I learned anything that will always weigh
Man's on a mission where never minds play.

Too much is not enough, I'm frayed to say
Greed guides a plan that science can not sway
From paved paths of black gold as the free way
To a hot drive by, " My God, It's Fry Day."

But the climate's cool when the right pals pay
Cuz reason's not friends to this USA.
Remind yourself before memory fades
After DJ Trump spins, tweets, and evades.

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If The Drum Is A Woman

If the drum is a woman
why are you pounding your drum into an insane
babble
why are you pistol whipping your drum at dawn
why are you shooting through the head of your drum
and making a drum tragedy of drums
If the drum is a woman
don't abuse your drum don't abuse your drum
don't abuse your drum
I know the night is full of displaced persons
I see skins striped with flames
I know the ugly dispositions of underpaid clerks they constantly menstruate through the eyes
I know bitterness embedded in flesh
the itching alone can drive you crazy
I know that this is America and the chickens are coming home to roost
on the MX missile
But if the drum is a woman
why are you choking your drum
why are you raping your drum
why are you saying disrespectful things
to your mother drum your sister drum
your wife drum and your infant daughter drum
If the drum is a woman
then understand your drum, understand your drum
your drum is not docile
your drum is not invisible
your drum is not inferior to you
your drum is a woman
so don't reject your drum don't try to dominate your drum
don't become weak and cold and desert your drum
don't be forced into the position
as an oppressor of drums and make a drum tragedy of drums
If the drum is a woman
don't abuse your drum don't abuse your drum
don't abuse your drum
don't abuse your drum

- Jayne Cortez

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Planet of The Apes: Origins

I have existed as I expected yet been disaffected by decisions to which I succumb. In the future, I reckon, as poor choices beckon, I'll be less nimble than numb. A rising inhuman feeling, I'm apart of being, but a part of the decidedly dumb. In my condition, unable to speak without contrition, unspeakably sedated and out of commission, I find myself among the unsung. With debilitating humility from declining mental agility, a lesser primate, I have become.
The devolution's hastened by faux revolution raisin' in the name of the orangutan Trump. A regular Ape Lincoln, with a gorilla tactic inklin', the only change his devoted will get is a chump. Yet, the worst of it, as he threw his shit, too many fell for this relative chimp's speeches on stump. In time and despair, perhaps we'll care, and American humanity recognizes insanity, then gives him The Donald Dump.

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I'm slo not worthy

you guys are too smart for me.

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