The Occupation A little Polish family

The Occupation

A little Polish family

In 1941

Had to let the nazis in their house.

The captain to the father sneered,

“You're going to like us here,

Aren't you?”
And the father didn't answer.

Four years after that

When the nazis were defeated,

The captain and his men were dragged away.

Just as they were leaving

The father of the family

Went up to the captain and said, “No.”

4-15-12

The Statue

The statue kneels. A little shallow rain

Anoints his head and shoulders. And his feet

Naked stand in puddles to his ankles.

He is sad. The drizzle will attest

That he is sad. A statue can't be sad.

Clay and stone can last a thousand years.

Lachrymose, except the only tears

Come from the cloud that hovers overhead.

 

The Tower

My soul is like a tower.

A light is coming from it.

Grey boulders like huge flowers

Or cotton balls at anchor

Around the tower's bottom

Catch exploding waves.

They vibrate on the rocks.

The windows in the tower

Through which the light illumines

Are thick against the midnight

And salty ocean blast.

An image of the tower

Reflected in the sea!

The Thief

See the nifty thief.

Cute beyond belief.

She'll rob you til you're blind.

No bauble left behind.

Chauffeured by a thug.

Lying like a rug,

She'll con you. She's a rip.

Not clever, only hip.

Essentially she's slime.

Tattoos, rap and Coors.

Never paid a dime,

Unless the dime was yours.

Roaches in her shack.

She'll be coming back.

Life is ancient, life is cheap

Life is ancient, life is cheap.

The good and gentle go to sleep.

Heaven as a dream is sweet.

Life loves life, and meat eats meat.

What's the personality?

A question good for poetry.

Evil is, and none knows why.

Just the bad deserve to die.

No one knows or ever knew

Whom Jehovah answers to.

 
     

Common Knowledge

Everybody knows

That Jesus is a myth,

And god is just a weapon

To kill your children with.

George

Quick-witted and alert

Since the day we met,

Profound and happy memories

I can not forget.

Now it's 20 years -

Well, almost that, not quite.

Everything is wrong,

But everything is right.

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