Sonnet August Three
Black helicopters kept strict surveillance
over the Salem Country Club. Each golfer
approached the green with suspicion in his swing.
One agent in particular was dressed
in plaid and sweated bullets with the best
of them. Of this he was all but certain: fore!
A little white ball, or maybe it was a flying
saucer, soared over the fairway and landed
in the middle of a conspiracy
involving a landscape artist, an engineer
from General Electric, and a criminal
lawyer. They walked into the nineteenth hole
and this goddess dropped a dime. Of all the gin
joints in the world they had to live in hers.
~Son Rivers 2005
A DIFFERENT FOURTH OF JULY
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I have looked for a suitable poem for the 4th of July this year. I examined
several old examples. All the while, however, there was a very unpleasant
feeli...
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