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I walked down jazz alleys rolling cigarettes
and a head filled with typewriter dreams,
silently praying to sidewalk Gods
for the inhaling of coconut rum,
Chicago and Havana,
minds heavy with thoughts of steel and uranium
in the years before cold war, red missiles,
and the rusting sickle of Russian terror,
seeing dusty men gathered outside newspaper stands
waiting, plotting, in quiet conversations about bombs,
and in America, small bankers with obscene mustaches
fingering money with a capitalist fix, primarily out
of silk lined jackets of men who pretended to be middle class,
stuck in first like early model Cadillacs, but blooming
in the 60's like early spring lilacs, violent purple, pink,
and the blue of acid blotter fractal brothers and Grey's
later paintings of cross-sectioned life, where Jesus splayed out
examined in new eyes of a public embracing science and
the sub-atomic nuclear buzz, in the years before computers
and solitary confinement of plastic and lamplight, in the years
before the war on multicolored terror and the human manifestation of the plague,
here the rising fist was a message, not a punchline.
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taking action through
negotiation negating force
as continues Bush's war on terror
now redubbed Obama's camera friendly
overseas contingency operation
under peace medal valor
of the administration
409 drone strikes - 2,114 unmanned casualties, -
...civilians killed...? can anyone keep count?
'no direct risk to American military personnel'
New York Times article,
unnamed former senior intelligence officials
criticisms over the White House's civilian death estimates:
"They count the corpses and they're not really sure who they are."
human rights violations
military chain of command
failure to comply with
enforced exile and
broken sovereignty justified?
CIA to unleash aggressive campaign
said a senior U.S. Official in regards to
the administration's attitude,
'What do we have to lose? '
May 20-21 NATO summit: President Obama
giving Pakistan's president, Zardari
cold shoulder in Chicago
before signing off on
eight Predator drone attacks
after Zardari refused to make a deal
as the White House had hoped
reopening troop supply pipeline
along Karachi ports
drone strikes attempt to intimidate
Pakistan's tribal belt
civilians, officials, and military leaders
into giving in to U.S. Demands.
Gregory Allen Uhan
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Waggle and Jounce
Out on the lake
the whitecaps leap,
old lions shot in midair.
Not far from the water
I sit on a knoll
and open your letter.
You're in Sacramento now
singing for money.
Here in Chicago,
on hot August nights,
I lick in my dreams
at the scoops
in your shoulders.
I prefer them to ice cream.
In a week I'll fly out
and salute your nipples.
Long may your buttocks
waggle and jounce.
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'Talking Trash on South Beach'
"Talking Trash on South Beach"
When I first mentioned
I was getting out of Cleveland
to join another team
with a few players I believed in (I heard a lot rumors)
folks were saying we couldn't win
no one would believe in us
Chicago and Boston was unbeatable
we lack cohesiveness
and it only got worse
as sub-par teams started beating us
but we came together as a team
found our stride,
started believing in one another
pushed our egos aside
we stopped listening to rumors
played our own tune
four and a half months later
we were playing in June (for a championship)
we didn't get to win it all
I guess it was way too soon
but one thing is for certain
we proved all those naysayers wrong.
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