March Friday the 7th How it Was

We used to write a poem everyday, usually in the morning
we used to take cigarette breaks soon as we woke up

Used to smoke cigarettes coughing up black stuff
leaving the past to arrive in a breathable future
pleasurable & suitable for your leisure
stepping up measures
to insure a pure ethical answer is not latent with heretical side standards
the leaders from our ancestors
have important history that reflects in contemporary Reality

used to plan unraveling listening to Ravel Bolero make stereos sing
The blUes
in each of used lives
lives a deeper shade of coloring
that you should not abuse & not hide
the shown is true and tried
a family of words and ties
similar streets, different political elite
different seasonal tides of heated treasonous fleets
The cold war II gets much colder than the common flu

Call it World War III, or www.
Name of the company
is a Goldman’s Sachs of moneys

just another day in the bee hive for the honey
we stopped smoking cigarettes to find more energy
because the common circuit of this circus is not worth running
if the efficiency is self defeating
run the health check on vital signs of trickery
its held together by the hard drive of your memory
corruption from Ukraine to Hungary
hungry for the sugar cane we grow by the barrel
the belly of the beast
in the middle east with journalists in trouble
the meaninglessness in much of our media bubbles
business is a tough gamble
It was in those days in early March
when the sun rays, shines & heat leave their mark
telling the other person on the line, in rhymes
to wait till April to leave the dark

finding wormholes in the information that never stops to part
us from our art
art from our trust
unheard words in true voices of the US before dusk

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