judy
bobby
jfk
yers drooly

sacred days

Judy Woodruff beat my play
by a flimsy whimsy year and a day
who else was nee 24 before me
none other than Bobby Kennedy
the day after my sixteenth was sent
I lost my favorite president
the man I cut school to see one day
at a ticker-tape parade for JFK
when he glanced my way I felt anew
right there on old fifth avenue
and now it feels an eon later
that life exists in a refrigerator
when honor justice are soon forgotten
intelligence is turning rotten
a holeful of soulful bottomless spite
and life outside has turned to shite

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

craig rory lombardi, bronx born

Written by

NYC incarnate. Snake hips chicken lips and other flights of fanciful whimsy. Musician, Renaissance Mo-Fo, Beatnik, Philosopher, Feminist. Purist of the impure!

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

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