Constant bickering
Makes the summer days longer
Marriage is seasonal
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what do we want? Peace
what do we have right now? War
When will we grow up?
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I
Am Powerful
Precious and Holy
Not Alone
You
Are Powerful
Precious and Holy
Not Alone
We
Our Together
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windows boarded up
racoons clamber over the roof
the house party ends
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stone in my sandal
mexican radio plays
warm hot summer day
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to be understood
to understand
to belong
to hope
to dream
is success
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there’s a little red spot on my hand today
after doing my weekly shopping at the ‘mart
i’m washing it, rubbing it, willing it away
hoping that this isn’t a symptom, a beginning, a start
so i wait and wonder and hope and pray
that i will live another day
life under Covid-19 has me questioning every cough, touch and interaction
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It started with
Phone Boxes
Robbing coins
Building skills
Graduating to safe
Cracking
He wanted more
To rob banks
To kidnap swells
He became the
“Shooting Fool”
Enforcer of Chicago
Bullets snapped
Danced
At his feet
Capone’s men tried
To tame him
Drucci paid Capone
With more than
A thousand bullets
The Hawthorn Hotel
Had never seen
Such blazing heat
“You SOB, I’ll get you,
I’ll wait on
Your doorstep
For You”
The cops put
4 shots
Into Drucci
At point blank
Range
That saved Capone
From “The Shooting
Fool”
Placed in a
$10,000 coffin with
$30,000 worth of
Flowers
A policeman
Murdered him but
We sure gave him
A grand funeral
More #true-crime poetry
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toilet piled in front
broken sink and garbage abounds
there goes the curb appeal
once again my neighbors spill out into the street leaving mess and mayhem behind
Outlaw Poetry 