Praise

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Praised by a drunkard,

Just when my craving for respect,
From Oprah, Obama or

The Queen,

Seemed to be all the appreciation I needed,
She,

Walked in,
Demanding demurely, hand

Held out, just
Two sticks.

Her praise almost made me cry –

she was so dignified
tight dress not too
tight, just so –

Fabulous shades she says, glasses I reply.

Everybody needs words of encouragement sometime,
And she wrangles,

A full pack of cigarettes from me,
Between my shopping list, a burgundy coloured,

Brandy glass and,

An Orange Juice,
Placed just so;

Always good practise to keep a spare,
Packet of cigarettes in the car.

I am still laughing.

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We cavort wildly with Language

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The fish comes , streaming and
English is not the only language making sense.

Politics accompanied by vegetables spewing flavor,
Kenyans having lunch on the Boulevard,

Lakeshore, Victoria;

Commitment is the idea that momentum cannot disrupt motion, that
Committed, one moves forward,

Becoming better,

Choosing beyond the sound
Of Americans,

Providing proof of the pudding, cavorting
Wildly,

With language, the notion that language is not owned, it is spoken; shoot
Past the target.

Make it count.
Marriage will not be left with men and women, who

Cannot follow through, it will be had by those who commit,
Whomever the couple.

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I wish we had played on all night

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I wish we had played on all night,
African cowboys with not much,
Else to do,

I wish we had challenged the fish in the sea and,
Called out to the Bison,

My father and his band,
And his

-strike while the iron is hot-

Jive,

Johnstone, his brother,
On the drums,
Kicking up a riot,

Sarah the lead,
Crooning about her rescue from a,
Very bad man,

Lydia,
Lead back-up,

Flinging in the,
‘Alleluiahs’, and

‘Godda-let-it-be’s!

Samuel,

A doctor dying of AIDS,
Breathing life into a tin-metal harmonica,

‘Alleluhia,’

Rocking the old man at the end of the bar,
And the couple at the table, fighting with their lips,

I think heard it coming when he fumbled the line,
AndI wish we had played on all night.

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