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Tonight I sat out back

Tonight I sat out back
between the mini garden and the petri dish hot tub
and watched the dusken sky turn to an orange mottled gray
and the rare Portland thunderstorm breathe to life above me
You could tell the trees were happy
I am unsure about the banana peppers and the marigolds
but they are transient as I- The trees win out

The lightning arced and slammed into clouds above my head
and just like my mother taught me
I counted the seconds
and just as always
it never really made a difference
because it’d explode regardless of how many miles
and I realized
I didnt really know what the ratio was

the explosions
had a continuity
and I was instantly
In Las Vegas
as the most vicious sheets of icepick rain
slammed into the ground and veins of electric feathered across the valley
In Atlanta
at Donna’s watching the rains pull down a hillside
and dumpsters bobbing along on a hillside parking lot (thats a LOT of fucking water)
In Athens
watching the greatest storm of my life well up over the West Virgina hills
and crash across my porch for nearly two hours; it was like fucking
In the woods in Monsey
Cutting from the strip mall past the Yeshiva
and to my development, the smell of earth, inhaling and drinking
In Spring Valley
watching the from the huge picture window in the living room
that framed the foothills of Harriman State Park and imagining I could grab and hold
the lightning in my hand and make it act upon my command.

The trees were enthralled
my bare chested roommate agreed
as she giggled and hiccuped twirling in the drops

Breathing deep
Breathing deep

The storms mirror the heavens
the primordial essence of anything
that is ever to be
or was

and we
get to enjoy it

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when I’m dead

there are so many things I will miss- grossly, the two top contenders are my daughters’ laughter and coitus (no you sicker fuckers– unrelated)…

But somewhere up close to the top will be the smell and taste of fresh blueberries.

wet tart soul calming wonderfulness- an affirmation of living…

next to laughter and a REALLY good fuck…


Of blow jobs and treason

Why the FUCK doesn’t our congress have the balls to impeach this fucker? Lied into a war that has raped a country, bankrupted the United States morally and financially and left us without over 4,000 patriotic men and women who otherwise would be home caring for their families or coming to the rescue when a flood hits or a tornado strikes. We allow our president to reward treason and we hold him and his administration accountable for NOTHING.

We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

For all of this countries’ faults and missteps and wrongness; these words had meaning- had substance; drove us to right our wrongs and continually grow better as a nation and as a people.

We the people have allowed the presidency to be perverted into a form that openly mocks the foundations that begat the United States of America. We have betrayed ourselves.

It is time for redemption.


happy fucking independence day.

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