The spectral Olympics: What am I that I am so

Different?

Ask me to state it, Alphabet, my Twin,

There she is, Olympian, with her Stride,
Poise, humble Injured ligaments, and When
The Strikes are all down, though nothing derives—
Nothing at all? A pricetag, a NULL, co-
Sign. Where, Abyss, did you get such strong Gait?
you stand there and Stare at me Je ne se quois,
and the Variable Foot you Negate.
You say yes you do-- that Marjorie knows it All,
Which is True from her Lofty Perch, I too
Would submit without one Inch of that Margin
Brought to summation: I quit You U.S.
Academy—I aver the House
Of Agamemnon for Love goes beyond, Above,
Catches FLIGHT like a Pueblo Rebellion
in a novel (imitate Georgia O’Keefe)
Yet TRUE stay, you Infinite Blue Marble,
The type that is never Sedate or Fixed,
Teleologically attuned developmentally
Disabled…and Yet my Chains I did Break!

Stunned by her prose where arose the Author,

Willa Cather with parallels although
Sardonic were nonetheless imagined
and scoped for it was a Painter, true that
her name was Cassatt. (Get me there Quicker).
Folds, ruffles, parasols, veils, bonnets.
“I wish I COULD live in a Burqa,” THIN
the only problem with it is the HEAT
but honestly I can just imagine
the Freedom from being Stared at AGAIN
don’t expose me, conceal me instead. Pearl,
where a yellow Flower stamen and HER,
my mother, my mother, take me to HER.
And when I arrive, I am scolded,
Scolded and advised to be better Time
And again, “why must I aspire why
Not leave it at that, de ese tamano,
Give me a break…I got birdies to sing
To, I have flowers to waken to not
This, not this not this. The Beauty Queen Hour:

There she was, as Opalesque and Supreme,

Dignified, in a blue robe and laughing
At herself, “we brought the medicine,” DRUM ( )

( ) Out……spills my mother’s Voice: “some don’t

believe, no creen.”

Asked indirectly, “do you doubt it can?”

Subjective Correlatives....nah nah nah nah “we’ve lived

on this Land.”
It actually appears more natural
now, with grasses grown --- develop within --

Nation….from a Windshield in Time. Strap up the

Children, (like Evon)

And drive deep within the forces of Green….

The Day is Late and Night is Long to GO

Alone Don’t go Alone Alone go Don’t

Alone

Chirico take a look at those COLUMNS.

Expand Electoriate and Gain Pounds

Invest in your PUBLIC Profile: TAX

What is Tax to a Homeowner? But PROOF

He still Owns She Still Owns what is taxed: KEEP
What you have by paying Debts which are Yours

Buy the country back that needs an OWNER: Free

Public Education in Inland Empire