Thursday, June 27, 2013

poem of the day 06.27.13


riot act

there were riots
in brazil
riots in turkey over parkland

riots next to every day
by middle eastern youth

people are wondering
where in the world
edward snowden and his computers are

in america
the blessed dumb youth
are sleeping on street corners
for something called a cronut

making sure they’re first in line
like it’s some kind of revolution

only he’s on this bus
laughing at it all like a kgb agent
fighting with his dull girlfriend
about his new cell phone

while i think about burning
it all

and how i’ll never mix
whiskey white wine
and red together again

on a hot
summer day.

                                    

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