Young Summer
Like other immortal beings did–
I heard the sound of locus buzzing,
Smelled the fresh cut grass,
Felt the warmth of the blazing sun
As I rode my bike past that square,brick
fortress
That immovable-block with broken glass panes–
Indestructible, unchangeable.

Rattle! rattle! rattle! bounced my bike
Over the narrow, hard path
Between the iron rail and creek bank.

My eye caught a boot–down the stream floating.
I could barely keep up–but what fun trying.

A robin interrupted–
Summer had arrived,
And the air had not a care,
Only the vibration of now.
James V Nicosia
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e.e. cummings – i sing of Olaf glad and big

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i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or

his wellbelov’d colonel(trig
westpointer most succinctly bred)
took erring Olaf soon in hand;
but–though an host of overjoyed
noncoms(first knocking on the head
him)do through icy waters roll
that helplessness which others stroke
with brushes recently employed
anent this muddy toiletbowl,
while kindred intellects evoke
allegiance per blunt instruments–
Olaf(being to all intents
a corpse and wanting any rag
upon what God unto him gave)
responds,without getting annoyed
“I will not kiss your fucking flag”

straightway the silver bird looked grave
(departing hurriedly to shave)

but–though all kinds of officers
(a yearning nation’s blueeyed pride)
their passive prey did kick and curse
until for wear their clarion
voices and boots were much the worse,
and egged the firstclassprivates on
his rectum wickedly to tease
by means of skilfully applied
bayonets roasted hot with heat–
Olaf(upon what were once knees)
does almost ceaselessly repeat
“there is some shit I will not eat”

our president,being of which
assertions duly notified
threw the yellowsonofabitch
into a dungeon,where he died

Christ(of His mercy infinite)
i pray to see;and Olaf,too

preponderatingly because
unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me:more blond than you.

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RED UNDERWEAR

see you walk by red underwear
drawing shadows cross my brain
remember that day in the snow
falling lightly like
wildfire night gone crazy
yeah,
night gone crazy
ooh yeah
night gone wild
tell me it ain”t nothing baby
elvis presley suicide hungry man
flophouse derelict cigarette hanging
upper lip shaking blues chill evening
cold outside lonely living like
derelict hanging
dark sky crying
hangover wild ass morning
all things must end she says
thighs jiggling cannonball ass on
my lips man
night gone crazy
yeah
night gone crazy
oooh yeah
wildfire night gone wild”¦
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