May 25 by The Running Son
I dont do politics much
in the way of angry waving,
or changing no-lane
Or any lane-making ways, or dangers.
Summer projects make time,
saving highway rest-overs
for watching waves play.
Day-naps wash, there. And a ways off,
games against rocks and gems,
and games cooling men, go on,
land over land, then to sea again.
This sand dialing-in, where politicking
ends and poly-church Statesmen begin
blurring eyes to where lines had been.
Liquid Crystal dont quite frame
our deep eyes to their weak a-fame.
Windows, we. Soul-same
a poetically ironic
and clearly a-political engendered game.
by Jim Aldrich
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