Good Old Days

Remember when ‘politics’ Meant debate about Trickle down economics And your foe was just A decent capitalist Yearning for the dollar Less of a fan, of course Of a social welfare state But still your mate A human on the other side Of a reasonable divide.

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The Crashing Braves

I am so small And drowning In massive waves That will crush me If they break while I stand naked In backlit honesty Stained from a day That toiled, swords drawn With my tender heart And spoiled my hair When I sweated cold With stomach knotted And gritted my teeth And shut my eyes Breathing…

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