Wafting attention from Henry Miller’s
Tropic of Cancer to the U.S. Un-Presidential Race
Race for president, racial run for President of the Un-United States
Well, maybe, states united, but people in the states
Represent a state of dis-unitedness, protest this mess.
Between bouts of labor and a little bit of sleep
Making up for sleep not taken with little afternoon siestas
Body sore from predawn workouts-day in and day out
Keep the body, yea, the mind young and healthy pumping out
Caffeinated endorphins, a little serotonin, some norepinephrine for the road.
Out there grindin’, changing young lives
Yearning to set young hearts burning
With desire for learning, setting apathy on fire,
So apathetic some days, your mind a prosthetic brain?
Or something real? Readying itself for life.
The American dream? Livin’ the dream!
REM rebound churning out
Fresh poems almost daily, Well, maybe weekly, maybe bimonthly,
“Get it done, Son!” “Writers write.” “PERIOD.”
If you are a writer, then get to writing! Whatcha’ waitin’ for?
Handcrafted poetry by John Hines, 03/13/2016