Wheel of Fate

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Wheel of Fate

 

Black always

suffices, even

on alpine floppy

hats in old

Gwangju.  Complicated math

is required: figures

beyond earth

stroll, hypocrites preach

to children but they

know: strayed already

avoided early parenthood

by pure luck or smarts.

Some big mouth

goes down: broke domestic rules

so cunnilingus,

which was all

he had left, has been

taken away.  The death

of intimacy

proves Karmic

payment is never really

complete, as

“it’s over” rings in

ears, eyes tear, son laughs,

Not knowing

why a grown man would ever

be so full

of emotions.  Ten

years down, where is up?

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Global Can of Whoop-Ass Open for Business

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Global Can of Whoop-Ass Open for Business

Rebels yell to topple greed, are met with chopper bullets.
U.S. backs whoever will succumb to our whims and needs.
Begging babies balance the gated communities, but when
the war machines arrive and you are on your knees, remember
heaven’s not so bad, better than hell on earth. What makes
me sick is how the rich enslave, engulf, enrage, and how
the protest only changes the uniforms of the palace brigade.
So gather Quakers, Buddhists, environmentally concerned, and
keep your village quiet or it to will be among the burned.
If you’re lucky and your jobs affords a safe neighborhood,
your children might find learning fun, and play in rapt awe
of the creek or woods. But most scrape basketball knees
on concrete, stay home electronically, watch this or that
cop show on CBS, as if that’s what police do. It’s not. S.A.T.
scores flounder in the nine-hundred range, community college
recruiters land another private , or criminal willing to “play
cop” so as not to get caught. Upward money flow decimates
once-proud middle class so more become desperate, shoot school
children, parents, rival drug dealers, and the N.R.A. begs blacks
to join so they can shoot at their own government’s police.

 

 

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LK

LK

Chicago art star,
Savannah M.F.
A., he blew into Gwangju
the same time
I did. We waddled

through culture shock but
remained this six years
because we
saw how well this place
works for its own people, while

constricting many
individual
freedoms on the surface, while
tolerant
of any affair,

political or
personal, as long as its
kept secret.
This mirrors our
beloved U.S. exactly.

So when he
couldn’t find a Korean
lady friend
he ventured to Thai
mountains and may yet

marry an
Asian, because, like some do,
he got tired
of thinking about
Western man’s bullshit.

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MM

MM

Only one friend saw me run
off then waited to buy Dad’s
H and O set, you
knew I would be back for Mom’s
meal. Only one made sure I

walked off the
altar, part of the number
two wedding in Rochester
history,
alone, but still a

member, one knee bent among
Oak Hill’s finest, singing to
the new bride: “you lost
that loving feeling: without
knowing the words, waiting to

clip the tail
off some pompous hired
gun, but no…your eighth ace, at
the Monroe
Invitational,

Tad was there,
and you came seeking growth stocks
to a land
where big swallows small
before growth happens,

said either
one was worth ten times the fee
as manure
course got in the way
of conversation.

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First Alleyways

First Alleyways

Cente, the
breast-only
feeder, changes their
priorities. Worn
out parents still make the scene

but Danny’s trick knee
makes him the caregiver and
it’s changed his
personality
from wild to

subdued. He
smiles, always
has, and Jessica
talks, bartenders draw
Seoul’s Jirisan beer as cold

winter rebounds, blue
wind chills five layer attempt
to stay warm.
I blew hard at a
street Christian:

Jehovah’s
evangelist. Misplaced, but
a release
from a life in which
the glow of a young

child has been
replaced by domestic war.
Envy creeps,
desire to rewind
ten years hits again.

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Nikolay and Marina (Bulgarika 4)

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Nikolay and Marina

(Bulgarika 4)

 

Here in their

new house, the one with

old fruit trees, rabbits,

grape vines and

an apartment for

his parents, a dog,

a cat, two

studios and wood,

beautiful

antiques from Holland, the whole

artist group

invades for “Kvas,” the

Russian bread juice they

line up for

in Moscow.  This one

is a touch sweeter

so Hyuntay

and Kwang Suk drink it.

Cheese soufflé

wine, Bulgarian pizza,

fresh fruit and

crepes round out the authentic

local lunch,

as cameras flash,

Marina laughs, and

proudly shows

us Darina, seventeen,

a model,

bodacious, and just

as pretty as Mom.

7 August 2012

Varna, Bulgaria

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Bulgarika 3

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Bulgarika 3

 

Unser sycamores,

strange double-trunked trees

that drop cream white bugs:

the comedy

continues, and jealousy

is replaced

by multi-cultural jokes.

Our Adam Sandler,

Nikolay Rouusev

makes one about his own art

place, Russia, while the

true Russians hunker

in stripes, a table

for four.  When

Nikolay goes into his

giggle, this

boyish cuteness presents a

free man, himself, an

appendage while still

allowed freedom by the strong

Marina,

who, when she laughs appears to

have clown roots:

the frightening kind,

the ones who can so

a lot of

damage if angered because

they have been

through much, suffered for

their art, protective.

5 August 2012

Varna, Bulgaria

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