Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 9, 2012
They keep hands in their pockets
As if secrets there might escape
Reveal some world leveling weapon
Bring armageddon should hands be freed
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 8, 2012
Some shadows are long some short
Not so much to do with time of day
Or the morning’s sky blue clarity
Just an observer’s perspective
Into another of life’s afternoons
Some things got done today
Some things are incomplete
Some things simply will not be
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 7, 2012
Enough of self absorbed narcissists
Romping through midcentury novels
Phillip Roth John Updike...
We need unrequited lovers
Doomed more to the point
Unrequited is for losers
Doomed for the totally lost in
A miasma of stunted expectations
Where pining is an art form
Calibrated to daily survival
To keep self loathing at bay
With disillusioned dreams
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 5, 2012
When Nixon resigned
She took his picture down
At the border crossing
Where she protected America
From Canadian invaders
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on July 4, 2012
Someone would know I don’t
About what went on here in this
Empty place of so many lives
Left behind without a word
The literature of the time
Itself lost in closed libraries
Remaindered book stores
Designer purchased volumes
To sell by color coordinated yard
But I am pleased to stand here quietly
In appreciation of the many dead
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