An old song in America

(Part III to A new song in America Series)

an old song

has been sung in America

many reluctant voices
all in
harmony.

the voice
we hear
is our
fear.

an old song after
another.

We sing together,
a choir
of survivors.

We sing,
We must
We must
Yes –
but do we have too?

Next Tues

 She was, is, was-

A bit of a,

Uh, umm-

(I have it written down somewhere) 

see you next Tuesday or Thursday 

Later.

As,

We, do -

the wave..

Goodbye.

Wave, wave. 

Now surf-

It’s the latest-

The surfer stomp:

Dance-

It’s the latest 

Craze

She was a bit, 

Craze, craze

All the Rage.

Latest-

later-

All the Rage.

A fad.

Super sonic,

The S is for super-

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird it’s a plane…

She was a bit -

A tad -

A pinch -

Sugar and spice.

But,

She was a bit.

She was a bit much.

A bit 

Ch ch ch ch

Turn and face the strange.

Why xwhyz?

Bit But Because:

"If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter."

she said.

Poem Scraps II

[Before the whole cookie crumbles]

and the days feel like they are getting shorter,

and shorter

the light is dimming,

and the shadows

grow longer,

 spreading 

until it becomes the night

Turning down noble prizes like Jean Paul Sartre 

The Christmas card

my mother gave me-

was 

blank with the exception of my name

Had I been even slightly better lookin 

I would have ended up 

listenin to Hip Hop and learning Tagalog 

I can not fly, without you,

but 

refuse to fall

by myself

[Thought I'd  expand my horizons-

I'd never dated a Persian girl before.]

You held on

and now sing this song 

about how everything went wrong.

sing about the grief 

but oh the relief 

such relief

Wha or Nothin Rhymes with Else

You fought it with all you had.

You can tell everyone 

in a full page Sunday ad-

Your hands left raw, blistered and bleeding

from holding on

to what was already gone-

and won't be needing.

You held on,

empty handed-

Confess now...

Was it my pride

were we landed

 or 

our vow to 

die or ride

Regardless

It's what the script demanded 

Sittin with an empty cup.

You can say didn't quit

when nobody brings it up.

Shout about it or put it on the shelf-

You can say you toughed it out,

when the conversation is about something else.

It was dumb 

a waste of time 

even you can admit

this shit was not worth mentioning in rhyme 

Haunt them from below 

and above ground.

Flaunt all you want,

when there's no one around.

Cry all you like,

just don't make a sound.