Thursday, September 15, 2016

Writer's Freeway

Every day I’m not sure what to write,
passion tells me, write what’s right,
Even if I’m underwater, writing about a kite.

Words of me / mon ami / friend of me /
late--ly/ you’ve been the fiend of me/
Turning me away more than the D-M-V/

Planting evil roots - call that a senate-seed/
Sprouting weeds within a senate-seat/
Politics never end  - ads run - - infinitely...

Landlord out, tenant in.
Shutting every door, boarding up every window
evading eviction - call that a tenant’s-deed/

Evading contradiction/ - intern’s seat under a desk, eye level with the seat...

Re elect Bill Clinton!/


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