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My Mother-in-law
My mother-in-law remembers when the Red Army revolutionized the eon old culture in A poor city girl with nothing still had nothing, but hope
Riding her bike on the auto jammed no shoulder highways she spent her youth in a factory Making the clothing i used to wear and i didn’t care because i didn’t know.
As a young woman she found she would raise another girl in that no chance for a girl culture, but and the family flew to the granite slabbed streets between Prince and Spring My wife was six and my mother-in-law had the rights of an illiterate immigrant
Mouths agape and winter winds stabbing through the cracks of their shoddy slum apartment she went to the only place she knew: The Chinese Factory Cut from the Himalayan alluvium hidden between the high rises of the suit and tie high heel steppers who spent their time in glass and steel ignoring that glimpse of the cracked brick building in as steam snuck from the irons when they pressed my jeans and shirts without a tariff.
Breathing in that steam blowing out rainbow colored snot and boogers she spent as much time behind the sewing machine as our youth spends in front of the plasma screen for six days a week. On the seventh day she took her family Out to Dim Sum giving them their hearts desire which is what it cost her.
And when first i met her she lavished me with gifts. A country boy with head cocked up to the manmade peaks. She dressed me like a lord and fed me like a prince (Even when her worn out shoes painfully corned her feet) How she could on pennies a piece? I can hardly understand. Even after my rich Wall Street uncles took her stocks and ran. She bought the house and car i tend She taught my wife to love She cared for my three sons at birth And her hands she’ll still lend.
Day Light Savings Time?
Day light savings time? What are we saving? Keeps us in the factories longer losing time with family and friends. Have you heard our babies cry, losing sleep confused and knowing that we are losing. Loves lost creating machines of Death in what they called “The Good War.” They lie Their preoccupation with Murder Power Control proves War harbors the evil Wicked Lords and politicians on trophy pedestals erected when You were working on daylight savings Time! Time to find our natural rhythm different, though harmonious for each Individual. We need to terminate the time Change so we can save our time and put an end to their regime.
Amaranth
have you stopped considered the pigweed grains of amaranth seed ten years dropped
with young shrouded mullien lambsquarter, dock underground stock seasonally growing
always knowing how to tend all of us in ground so prosperous ever sowing
i have uprooted you just to sow what i know not knowing what or who
you and your weedy friends fortune medicine feed us at the world ends
Morning commute
cool crisp wind cut into wakes, my face the blade the smooth surfaced turbulent to my side comes to me and speaks a throaty beakon, making preparation for their flight towards the waist of our world. Sounding so brave and isolated, they fly from a broken bottle-neck machine. Pooling their strength from a time of heaven shrouded darkness. when we all knew how to ask for anything, everything...
over my shoulder the hazy peach sky meets with vanilla warming my heart i thank the miracle of our star, bringing us to the ambient beauty... once in the present we dance in the moment submition and control love and fear in the present guiding us to take her, and entertwine in love. We always create our world. everything... peddaling hard i open my arms, and coast... gliding through the air with our kindred sky runners.
Collapse
I used to dream of revolution. Like an expansive green lawn, bordered by ornamental trees, with armed guards at the gate.
But the artificial shit burnt my nostrils!
Now i watch the collapse, like a broken lawnmower, leaking petrol on the dappling green.
Most likely you That Goddamn fucking polyester tag hanging from my cheap cotton shirt Fashioned to look like What they have Rubs at my back top and bottom. Red and ichy like the Red 40 in everything they eat. LD-50 What’s that? National Campaign drives Standardizing our stations of commerce. Who wants to reflect From the silhouette of a faded technology Ad? through thick glass. According to marketing studies Most likely you don’t know. but who cares, especially with that polyester digging between your shoulder blades the base of your spine. Look at that tag. That company hurt you. Their president wears tailored suits with silky tags, or none at all. Who votes for him? Most likely you don’t know.
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