Searchlight Serenade

Momma def poppa
returned from their
red, white and black
road racer rally car

trip to Nevada
from drinking
too much tea

On the way back
they discussed
checking the brakes
at the East India
Trade-In Company
then stopped off
at the Wal-Mart
to buy a Krate
of Klassic Koke,
an eighty-four percent share
in Monsanto korn seed,
Kool Aid for the kids,
got home (paid for), checked
the U.S. Mail, tested the Teev-Ho
for the latest on the NFL draft,
and any new instructions

from Poppa Bear
on how
to resist
and thought

Unlike the usual church sermon,
they still had visions of posterized
black-faced Obamas dancing
in their heads and their bull eyes
kept konjuring the kulars:
Black, white and red ...

They found the kids at home,
waiting, playing Monopoly ...

They were playing with their
children, and the children
of their children ...

Momma def Poppa
had just missed the debate

about the rule about the rule
about the rule of how and when ...
you simply toss the board

and start over again
when nobody
has any

Reshuffle the deck ...
Good game theory ....

Despite the appeal
to those eeking
it out on Baltic Avenue,
too many remained
unconvinced the gig
was up, and they klung
like bees at the bank window
to their paper money
of reds, black and white,
to their pixilated imaginations

of digitized seas of more time,
more money
waiting to appear
if they just pray and work
hard enough

Meanwhile, Pablo sat
out on his porch

listening to Norteno
way too loud
into the night

since it was a full moon
and he could still
dream of amnesty
and learning how
to read
Thomas Paine

~ The Daily Dash

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