Weathered wood of Einstein grey,
no old folk, not even kids with time
to be kids,
no time to play
recess was cancelled the day the whiteboard rolled
off the truck
abc as a start,
at last,
the finality of
xyz
no time to plant a tree
or flee,
you know,
take a knee,
anxious, insouciant
hands not waving
rose at once,
4th hour history
reviewed
the mechanization of war
discussion 'argued' the precise moment
bomb one (1)
lit up Dresden,
adolescents
carved unique forms and initials:
bandaged scabbed ink
emerald moss midway~midday
high noon
clouds shadow
boot heels:
trenches
final time at rest
evidence of death
alone
that solitary tracer
poppy red
a century still held
ours to hear
and speak of
long gone
just boys
you remember
their eyes
he lived
without regret
spring then summer
golden brittle oak
burgundy maple leaf
fallen to silence
Taps:
soulful sound
that last
yeoman pawn
listening
row upon row
does the calendar
harbor
that final snow?

#

the rule, fool
an opposite effect
the road to
paradise
perseverance
paved
paradoxically
with
perpetual
WAR
had enuff?
standby
there's more
quantum leaps
are not
somersaults

#

I am
cornered
rhetoric rhymes
with slick
SICK
would also conform
toward a new norm
maybe
a hugomongoose
solar umbrella
over the
North Pole
baby seals
swimming from
kelp-washed stone
yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

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Comment by J.P. Hart on January 27, 2018 at 2:17pm

Her dove-colored bowler, from time to time, was scary. Uncharacteristically he inverse-peace-signed the bar-lady from Red River Valley, his eyes diverted from the tulip-fence montage of her taut T.  It would be obtuse to get her John Henry on the form.  The flat screen raced an aerial highlight of yesterday's hockey game. "Rules of the ice have changed," he said.

"Cartoon blues, what'd line," she said. "Hold the little umbrella, no sword in the olive, por favor...graci'."

" ... lost track when all the seasons, the sport seasons, melded together..."

"Must you always gawk the calendar girls?"

"Ha-ha...sugar pie honey bunch!"

"Sip! Don't gulp," she said impatiently.

Already his mind spun seeking an effortless gearshift. "Worker drones occupy 61.8 per cent of the hive."

Hey Foolish Monkey! With apologies for my 7th graderish attempt at alliteration;

'paradise 
perseverance
paved 
paradoxically
with
perpetual
WAR'

thank-you for the Beelzebub allusion as well as the warm emoji; I was outofdoors vacuuming rock salt. Chasing about for a tuxedo shirt.  

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