POEM - IN MY ( ) POCKET

IN MY (

My little pocket

Carries in itself

A pocket of its own

A secret its keeping

Somewhere other

A slice and a crack

Letting molecules escape

Down into the lining

Dragged through the in-between space

In my suit jacket

(forget what you have

It will disappear

Or transform

The love note turns to a wadded pebble

Gum to pink un-washable stains

Your pen explodes

Your money evaporates

Your wallet and keys leave unannounced)

There is a war my friend

I carry this war with me (I carry it in my coat)

[REPORT FROM THE FRONT]

“no” prisoners

Survived the skirmish

(“no” was taken)

(trust issues mounting)

[]

where

is

my

pocket

watch

?

Will it be saf(v)e(d)[]

(correction is defection)

[END]

The jacket was retired from service

Placed in dry dock

Allowed to rot and decay

Pockets were preserved

In primordial ooze of history

Mucking up the works again and again and

We'll you just don't get the quality

)))You could “trust the quality”©,

When these things were Union Made®!

Now the Commies™ have their Sticky Fingers® in everything

Those Red Loving® so-and-sos!(((

As

dawn

rises

Frail

and

glorious

Sundry

and

sublime                                   

) POCKET