songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

ELEVEN

ELEVEN      ELEVEN

When all the ones   are ONE

When Hell freezes over

When September stops feeling

like the start of a new school year

When Moses comes down the

mountain with Viagra & Prozac    Tablets

When a+b does not = c  ever again

(they never should have in the first place)

When tired old Obama is no longer

1/2 the man he used to be

When the war on drugs  has legs

When Rob Ford is wrestled to the ground

When the referents in this poem are

returned to their rightful owners

When the thing that has been foretold

starts happening

 

Remember you are free to go

__

 

*(today someone said to me: I really need to have this once before I die 

I passed the request onto the Clean-Up Committee)

 

Fall  2013

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