Red Hot hollow eyes screaming
“Give It Away,”
Marshall Applewhite staring
Back from Heaven’s Gate,
Baby blue bathwater turning
To ghostly slime,
2001 subverting
Illusions of time.
2/3
A stone's toss across the mile-wide Potomac
Near ancient walnut trees and a cherry stump
Our childless father's most favored creation
A constant pillar since the birth of a nation.
White Horse Rider
America’s Father Figure
Surveyor of the West
Homebound Horticulturalist
Independence Giver
Nation Builder
General Across the River
Trenton Town Taker
Our Own Cincinnatus
New World’s Delivered Promise
Whisper’d under the willow tree
Still heard you and your Melody
Like a withered hand turns a stubborn page
Just parts and parcels do I retain
Not Mozart at his first concert
Not Newton staring at your art
Upon your trunk I place my Marks
Writing without truly understanding
Laying in my bed awake
Lazy light shines through
My slightly parted curtain
It’s late afternoon.
If the sun left my room
What thoughts would I entertain?
Would I pray for its return?
Would I feel any pain?
Think of De Soto crossing the Mississippi,
Seeing thick proto-Latinas on the shore,
Gazing into the great big muddy
And imagining it as the Nile of yore.
1/2
'Twas Christmas Night, as all are aware
We moved to the east and crossed the icy Delaware
South to Trenton we marched under Washington's command
As the moonlight glistened on the snowy land
1/2
But amid the Valley Forge freeze
He prayed to the forest upon his knees
And there encountered Providence,
Which endowed unto his countenance
The character and strength required
To defeat the largest empire
And establish on this very land
The greatest nation known to man
2/2
Rains fall in the shadow of Rainier peak,
A rough day at the temple of the Sikh.
With a makeshift turban upon his head,
Logan dreams of his Wisconsin bed.
@BetaChud
It’s a rocket, a supersoaker, a battering ram, and a serpent.
It tempts the ladies, and even the men.
It’s a weapon of war, but delivers delights.
It streams waste and essence alike.
The envy of half the world, but all of its burden,
Ubiquitous yet unaccustomed