Dry petals, now dust;
false memories of when
we believed we loved
each other.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2018
Tag: #lblogger
June 30, A National Protest against the Trump Administration’s Family Separation Policy
Update, June 25th:
At least 130 rallies are planned nationwide to protest immigrant families being torn apart
https://www.cnn.com/2018/06/21/us/zero-tolerance-policy-marches-trnd/index.html
Chris Hayes of MSNBC has done a fantastic job of following and reporting
the story of the Trump Administration’s Human Right’s Violations at our
Southern border.
On June 30, cities across the country will host protests against the Trump administration’s family-separation policy, MSNBC host Chris Hayes and Rep. Pramila Japayal announced on Monday’s All In with Chris Hayes.
As I get more information I will update this page.
Sign the Petition: National Domestic Workers Alliance
FAMILIES BELONG TOGETHER. IT’S THAT SIMPLE
Please share liberally.
Sudden Tears
…and Rimbaud’s limb being so caught up goes be-bopping out the door into the forest through the trees – raga rag in the grass overturning picnic baskets whizzing past churchyard gates right in step it genuflects then aims and leaps over the scene over the rainbow out of the canvas into space pure space—as remote and colorless as dear arthur’s face. a face made incorporeal full of grace. sunken eyes—those cobalt treasures closed forever.
clenched fist relaxed wrist
his pipe turned in…
out in the garden the children are gathering
it’s not a whim. they are accurate immaculate,
as cruel as him.
they sing:
legs can’t flail
cock can’t ball
teeth can’t bare
baby can’t crawl
rimbaud rimbaud facing the wall
cold as hail dead as a doornail
sudden tears!
Excerpt from the poem Rimbaud Dead, by Patti Smith
There’s Nowhere to be When You’re Being Here Now
28 August 1999 (you got less than a month, right?)
Hey Dude,
Today be Jamie’s birth date day, and we’s havin’ a barbecue
in his honor if he ain’t drunk an’ if he shows up.
Jack be doing the cookin’, I’m on the eatin’ committee.
Maybe we can do it again when you get out, in your honor.
(Oops, I didn’t mean that your honor. No, I won’t reproach the bench.)
I had me one of them birth date days too, 4 days ago.
It was ho-hum, which they get after the first six years.
An I didn’t get no cake… an I didn’t get no party neither…But I turn 38 in 2001 so mark your calendar. (I bet that’s one thing you got good at.)
What did I get, you ask.
Lessee, mmmmm oh yeah! I got a couple of CD’s, an ooh! Ooh! That reminds me–you ain’t seen my stud-o-saurus yet.
He don’t walk softly but he do carry a big stick.
Where was I, oh yeah, the “loot.”
I got myself a couple of pairs of REAL GOOD sunglasses, a DVD, an a
headache.
You got me worried with talk of Bactrin and Pentantamine.
Is the prison doing this for prevention or did you come down with AIDS?
Did I mention Jake FINALLLLLLLLLY moved in, lock, stock, and porno?
I gave up but suu-prize, suu-prize, suu-prize.
Jake was in solitary for 8 months.
Eight months!
I hope they named a tile after him.
I guess I better work up an appetite by staring at food for a while.
Them pills my doc gives me don’t work so good.
I hate it when the present is the past and the future is now.
I guess what I mean is there ain’t no place to be when you’re being here now.
Got that?
Laters dude!
9c) Rob Goldstein 1992-2018
I found this on an old hard drive. The file is dated 1999
