Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July

Contradiction Of The Fifth Of July short poem

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Walking down Fifteenth Avenue
trying to ease the cramped claws
of plantar fasciitis out of my foot
sun is juice-orange above the horizon
keeping a constant shade creeping up the sky
there is shredded paper in the gutters
firecracker red mostly and singed white
across the sidewalks a loose mosaic
of broken beer bottles and a malty stink
and at the edge of the park vandals
have overturned the portable toilet
flooded its ichor into the blackberries

a strange phenomena celebrating a country
by defacing random parts of it
terrorizing pets with explosions
vomiting up elaborate barbecue feasts
not knowing how I feel about this
a bit sad because I’m old and boring
a bit mad at those anonymously responsible
until I see a group of people wielding
brooms and garbage cans digging
into the trash scraping away the filth
and rather than joining in I decide
to drink tea and write about them instead

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Values are defaced and still there is hope ! A wonderful write depicting modern time waste land. An intense picture drawn by a sensitive soul !


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