Child Soldiers [draft)

A slumping night
Wept for those pressed into duty battle
By grown men with archaic presence of mind
To plunder the natural order- peace-

It is all remedial arithmetic.
More soldiers equals more tokens in their hands.
More chips they can gamble away
With low maintenance child warriors.

No enlistment paperwork or die-cast metal tags
To string around their necks.
No toe tags for the dead.

No one knows where they come from
Or cares where they go;
No duty to notify families or messy emotions.
Just a simple war-
With child labor.

Arizona Sunset

Arrived late last night in Phoenix on a mission to safely deliver youngest daughter to Arizona for her next phase of education at ASU. The picture here is taken from the car window in Flagstaff.

Slept so-so last night. Awoke this morning and checked into the office to deal with a couple of matters.

Having a diet coke and trying to orientate myself to the day. Staying with my oldest daughter who I haven't seen in gee, I guess about three years.

Evidently I upset Storm's (the cat) apple cart. Sitting in his place on the couch. Taking over the bedroom where he's been hanging out lately. He had already made it know that I was an encroachment. But when bedroom was readied for me he was totally pissed of. You would not have believed the mean-mugging stare!

Of course I had to stop in Winslow, Arizona of Eagles fame in the song Take It Easy . First time I ever came out here we made a road stop there at a little shit & get place and as we were getting in the car I kept saying Winslow, Arizona over and over to myself and as we were driving away it hit me why it was familiar. Duh!

I'd like to say that the scenery was so inspiring that I stayed up last night writing great material. In the alternative, I'd like to say I slept well. Unfortunately neather would be accurate.

I think it's time to do breakfast...

Stickpoet will be dark for a few days

I will be tied up (nothing kinky) for a few days and if I post at all,
it will likely be very sporadic. Everyone have a good weekend and week ahead.

Insignificance is but one view

"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars."

~Walt Whitman

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AT&T moves from carrier to censor (story here)

I'm In Poor Mojo's Almanic(k) Issue # 342

One of my poems accepted earlier this year is finally up at Poor Mojo's Almanic(k).

The direct link Beautiful Music.

I should not mention...

Words seem to get in the way tonight. The wrong words. And where there are no words, this silence screams the blood curdling chills of language face down in a roadside ditch. So newly dead the flies of disquieted expectations have not even noted the gruesome occurrence as yet.

The ink in my journal tonight reeks of this death.

It is not fit or noteworthy enough for an obit.

I should not mention its passing.