The Generation That Knew Not Joseph

America -- where each fool

is on a wartime footing --

sends the children overseas

to drop rocks on passing cars.

Their problem? Isolation?

Indifference to culture?

No. Death's their entertainment...

By Jeffrey C. Alfier

 

Fragments From A Premonition Upon The Tide At Taiba

The sea would glitter with wanton mirrors

as she unveiled her burnished allurements,

reflecting a figure lit by cold stars.

Her breasts were blossoms of belladonna --

narcotic crystals beguiling the waves;

and her musk, arising from ardent thighs,

wandered over the sand dunes of her hips.

The sea will not forget that her salt searched

the dark, mystical valley of your loins...

and the memory of your lips and skin.

By Jeffrey C. Alfier

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