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cow town triumph

In the sheer triumph
Of all animals on this planet
Getting to live together on
This big
Hunk of rock,
I see
Miracles each day
With
Species other than humans.

Yesterday,
As I watched a dog in a fenced
Pen on a small farm plot,
I wondered what he was curious about as he looked on into
The sun
As it
Slipped away
Into its moon robe.
The spectacle was a 300 plus pound
Black cow
With
Extra bent front legs
Leaning his head under
A fence post low
To the ground
To get his big
Porterhouse mouth around
Some errant apples that
Finally succumbed to the earth’s seasons
And ripened down to the ground.

As my car swirled by,
I rubbernecked as long as I could
Laughing,
Cheering
For this
Big
Animal of shared our
Planet
Trying to
Get
Just a bit of that
Apple pie.

Thoughts & Poems Decoded by Dragon Naturally Speaking

in this modern day and era

of thought police

and music cops

and publisher peddlers out

on

copyright hunts,

I heard a nice old man

At the library the other day

Belaboring over whether or

Not he could make a simple

Copy of a

Tax funded article in

A Time Magazine.

As the nice library woman

Who always has the look as though

She just ran a mile and needs

To pee bad

Explained that it’s just fine.

This didn’t go over well.

So she continued.

And one way or another as

The voices shuffled in almost muted loudness,

I saw him walk away in confidence

Ready to copy the thoughts of another for his

Own benefit

And it

Was then that

I saw Shakespeare and Mark Twain

Behind a building in MacBeth

Punching the copyright bastards right between

The eyes for

Making the world

Afraid to

Free fall

Into

The

Abyss of

Human thought

And

Wonder.

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alienap

a nap
is the name
of a little
alien
i once knew
and now i
never see it anymore.

sometimes it
slivers into the room
secretly,
watching me cook,
play with my youngest,
cutting the grass,
toiling about the studio,
throwing a shirt in the dryer
or cleaning a bit
around the toilet
and when it
is a bit loud,
i flop my head in it's direction
to see the slithering silhouette
gone.

i used to spend a lot of
time with my alien nap pal,
and now i have forgotten
what his
green countenance looks like.

hope he has
enough gas to
ufo back to
his
sleep filled universe.

latest rejection & ustream feed ..

"I like the voice in these poems, but they’re a bit too glib. I think they need more work."

Dear Joe,
Thank you for sending your submission to us. We've decided not to publish your work at this time. But please try us again.

The Editor, Evening Street Review online at www.eveningstreetpress.com

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