screaming the language of hate

what became of the childhood innocence 

when we all played together 

tag hide-and-seek stickball kickball 

and then later but still really children fell in love 

and those first nervous kisses and fondlings 

and going out with your friends 

your crew 

feeling like the whole world was wide open to you 

and how on earth does that degenerate 

into some of those same children growing up 

into a frothing rage 

storming the capitol building 

screaming the language of hate 

surely we could still be like children

laughing together


the arthritis in my knees

has made it rather difficult

to trim my toenails

is this not the stuff

of poems


herbie hancock / watermelon man