5/10/11

I FEEL LIKE THE CENTER POST IN A REVOLVING DOOR.

For decades, as a poet, I have supported democeacy, WHY? I WONDER WHY? WHY? THE FBI, WHAT A BUNCH OF SCHLEPS THEY ARE. That’s Yiddish ala Jews for, isn’t it obvious schlepism.

To support Obama becoming president, I went to California To become again homeless, running away from danger as usual, Into it always my only companion.

Gore Vidal once in print boasted he “had” FBI agents As sexual consorts…He wealthy, I poor got nothing, Maybe a few rides from one danger to another, No one has offered to publish me, I write like most people breathe.

I presently live in a sober living facility that has an in house drug ring. I’ve been assaulted several times, survived so the feds can do nothing as usual.

They gave passed actor Robert Stack a gold FBI medal badge, I’d use hammer on it, Add that to my sword of concern,

And live another pitiful day.

,No one has volunteered to nominate me for a MacArthur foundation artist grant but Obama got a pre nuptial Nobel Peace prize, and I wept tears as he won his election, laying under a retama tree in Indio, Ca., its discarded thorns pricking me in its straw, while two immigrant men looked at me behind KMART, laughing. Later at Oceanside, Ca., near my 71st birthday, a similar Obama lookalike came by me, no one nearby on an area usually full of citizens. Within my now voided by Yahoo’s Geocities site, was an idea for an Italian style opera, of an aged baseball star entering onstage (Babe Ruth?) behind him a chorus of citizens, Who sing of his career including his sins and past loves, With a Pavorotti style participation by the old player, All as mortals we all be. Be a good job for the Harry Potter composer, Compared to that genius, not one FBI agent is worthy to sing. JBPOETGARDENER

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