To IR from JDS

To I.R. From J.D.S.

 

 

Intense rain drops, causes richer black

Bark on trees staring back in orange.

El Nino gives us late fall, late winter

Late drinks and late dinner.  Isabelle

Gave me a jab in the ribs and a wink

Of the eye, when, upon presenting a book

Full of fibs, I told a great-grand non-lie.

So life is good for a month or so, just on

The love I have had, of a woman

So rich with the world, that even a

Moment or two adds up to a visit

With god; or, if you please, one fine human.

Sit back and take in the show, “Blue

Velvet” has never looked better

Than on the back and shapely torso

Of this woman, who must be from heaven.

ED’E

ED’E

She danced

around, could draw the

anatomy of

animals,

humans, heartache and

even cows

made of fiberglass.

Where now sister? Remember

The fourth of

July when you came with bags

of laundry

to do, or the art

colony you backed

out of?  And

Paul, the picky dumb

ass, what was

he thinking?  Your large

emotional spectrum was

a touch hard

to handle, except for those

with equal

experience; such lovers

burn out so

dramatically

in short or long bursts.

Nothing could

ever fully grab you like

art, but your

blues singing, meld in

to Georgia, came close.

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National Poetical Radio (NPR 1) “Recovery Man”

Why Me Worry?

Why Me Worry?

The Good Life

The Good Life

About Eye Level

About Eye Level

National Poetical Radio (NPR 1) “Recovery Man”

 

Boeing forces a new contract with no pensions, thus

widening the gap between rich and poor, and giving the

“New Economy “ another capitalist “win.” Forget a strong

middle class in which profits are shared by the workers, this

is all about robbing would-be pension money in order to

buy back stock, increase dividends, and massively expand

the pay of the executives.  And with no middle class, who

will sit on your planes Mr. Manager?  Hence, the last

twenty years of your life are made golden on the backs

of, and by the same ratio as, the 48,000 pensions, divided

by one thousand managers or 48 times as good as the former

“retirement” of the workers you just slammed. In Rochester,

Cincinnati, New York, Detroit, San Francisco, and nearly

everywhere else, the “New Economy” means rich stealing

the last vestiges of our manufacturing base for themselves.

Not mentioned is the fact that rising costs are shredding the

middle class and fixed income populations faster than a

speeding free trade agreement, more powerful than the Fed.

chairman, able to turn you homeless in a single bound. “Look,

it’s “recovery man,” chirping only of jobs created, not lost.

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