Imagine what would happen if poetry ruled and all the kings and queens.

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It's a world fraught with dangers

booby traps everywhere

you try to be a little different, power rangers

call you queer

threaten to make you disappear

among the growing number of strangers

.

does the heart speak?

yes, tis a ventriloquist

it says for chrissakes you reek

and you make a gesture with your fist

or you grab polly cracker by the beak

and twist

.

some say there's no such thing

as jenny say qua any more

i don't know what they mean, i bore

easily, and want to knee-nutsack bring

.

we pood em inna frisson prison

where he froze half to deaf

filled with zany zingoes

four-legged daddy dingoes

under a canopy of stars, desert clear

outback, Rover, don't touch me there

I had nothing in me left

I turned to her, said, "lissen"

and then she began to glisten.

What am I missin?

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Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.