The Assault of the Useless on the Blind

[the mingo]

Ba Ba who is a black sheep is it full?
can we make it to the Mongolian jitterbug depression dance?
Demon-ruled with mathematical precision -
a great Mississippi of the soul minus native influence
Will we say we did our best with all the slaughter behind us,
will we have filled our banana clips with excuse? Will it be enough?
Face-to-face with our bankrupt thinking - who can stand?
The dead give birth to the dead but some get made into statues regardless
Survival is mere agony when nothing else changes
And more of the same...
We invented refrigeration but can't find peace & nobody notices but ain't that cool?
this could be the end of Parchesi, however you might have it
all the horses have already been shot
and there will be no gypsy heaven now

[revolutionrabbit]

banana slugs on their way to the opera of gypsy heaven

[Kailashana]

The problem is there's nobody home.

~A

[saw]

there are more questions than ever before about this system that rewards a few with unimaginable riches while so many suffer or just get by......but at least the dialogue is finally coming around where it's OK to suggest it ain't working.....I'm so sick of hearing how the market will save us.....bullshit........

I really like the line, "the dead give birth to the dead but some get made into statues regardless"

much to ponder there

[the mingo]

saw

[dadio]

fine poem

[still.trucking]

Taken me a week almost to find the words for this

Demon-ruled with mathematical precision -
a great Mississippi of the soul minus native influence

son of a bitch and I got to love my enemy even if he is a zombie

Will we say we did our best with all the slaughter behind us,
will we have filled our banana clips with excuse? Will it be enough?

I think it was good enough. Our problem lies in the stars. We were born under a bad ass kicking god. And we were made in His image. Where is Lysistrata when I need her.

Lately I been thinking about anti-war poetry as the Easter Bunny of verse. I am mad as a hatter about it.
thank you for writing,

Thanks for the poem mingo, I got a lot out of it but don't pay me much mind I am just a fan of yours who lives Deep in the heart of the republic of paradise (aka) Texas where some call me the
Morning Pontificator... say that sounds like a good user name

all the horses have already been shot
and there will be no gypsy heaven now

Au contrair, mon ami.
heaven is just a sin away

[creativesoul]

i so love this- really- wish i could dance a dance=but ah here it is...

[the mingo]

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