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Right Around The Corner.
We live in the most probable of all possible worlds.
Voltaire, paraphrased by
Stephen Hawking
In an alternate universe you
caught the train made the shot
married the girl
told the boss
shut your mouth died
Every crossroad, every step,
every decision you’ve ever made, every if, every or,
every this, every that
every possibility you ever faced
and
like a bubble of rain bouncing off a windsheild
bang you’ve created another universe
But don’t feel too proud of yourself
even a butterfly can create a universe
It all goes like this:
In Universe “B” your mother and father never met
In Universe “C” you are reading this poem in French
and in Universe “D” this poem was never written.
While in Universe “M” it was written in binary numbers.
So it goes.
In Universe “N Prime” you are a mote of dust
caught in the sunlight coming through a bathroom window
In Universe “Alpha 4” there is
no need for bathrooms at all.
There is one alternate Universe where there is no universe.
The big bang was a dud
and the only thing that exist is somehow
the tune to “How much is that doggy in the window”
In that alternate Universe there is no alternate universe
There, you and I don’t exist in any form
and poems are never written. Not one in 35 billion years.
Frank Murphy
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The Alt-Right Sings
When Trump says, "We'll get the bastards out."
We shout and shout.
When Trump says, "We'll build a wall down south."
We shout and shout.
Whenever he speaks
it's bound to make the news
First he'll get the Muslims, and then he'll get the Jews,
Out.
No doubt.
And so we shout, and shout
When Trump says,
"Put me in command.
I have a master plan."
It's grand. Tell the klan.They'll understand.
Those refugee's from Syria; they don't meet our criteria
Let's send them to Nigeria, or maybe to Siberia.
Trumps our Standard bearer.
He'll keep out all the terror
He'll save us all from Isis, and any other crisis
Woman and kids they scare ya he just says, "I'll dare ya."
And that is why
we stump for Trump
we jump for Trump
we grind and wind
and bump and hump for Trump
We're fine with Trump online with Trump
We'd like to wine and dine with Trump.
There's something quite divine with Trump
He's hard. He's God.
Or maybe something purer.
Why he could be our Fuhrer.
Frank Murphy
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After
The United States cracked open
the other day, cracked, like an
egg gone rotten
And out of the cracks burst
the ghost of an
eagle
Its diaphanous wings
broken
It dazzled when it lived
yet never spiraled high enough
But it flew
and it
could be
beautiful
in the way
something deeply
flawed
can still be
beautiful
Frank Murphy
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