(Peter said the poem should have a hot dog in it.
Maybe tomorrow.)
For our fourth of July celebration on the third
of July called by other more politically correct
names now we will eat a pig that Ben,
wonderful baker from Burkina Faso, roasted
with Noah all night. Ben and Chrissy, his wife
(her parents are Trump supporting motorcyclists)
were successful cooks in Brooklyn until they
bought a funky old motel nearby on Route 145.
Their successful bakery business over 2,000
croissants every week for the new tony Hudson
as well as for all of us who are now a little fatter
has no sign so we tell people
who want to go to the bakery to look for Pirelli Tires
Trump supporters across the street.
Last summer Chrissy and Ben hosted a successful
fund raising meal for Black Lives Matter raising
real money for the community here. There I talked to an
elderly woman with dementia, mother of a friend
of Chrissy and Ben’s. I have no problem
with Black people she said. Its those Jews
she said to me. I wonder who I’ll meet today.
This is where I live... the upside and the downside
It wasn't tangible back in 2005 but it's as if a huge magnet entered the our atmosphere
Its polarized magnetic pulls hovering over this country, like the starter yeast in the baker's bread
Till today's intereconnected internet communications open the global flood gates
This is our time of challenge as we are called to use our collective human energy
De-polarization, life activation, compassion, appreciation of diversity, our commonality in step with our variety and the power of enabling love to overide
Chrissy's parents need to start baking 12" long croissants with room enough to accommodate metal file tools for the former fist family of grifters to employ while they attempt their escape From prison.