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September under the Radar

I watched my hometown burn down
Things are not what they seem
The city was shot down
Over the land of dreams

New York's just a graveyard now
We let the foundations rot and decay
The blood drenched smoke
Creates an urban haze

Abraham's offspring have gone awry
Praying to the devil
To keep the sun from shining
The new dark ages are upon us

I don't know where the bodies are buried
I only know what we are told
The end result being
We are no longer bold

We flew beyond the borders
Of chaos and disorder
To uncharted heights
Breathing rarified air

We were brought down by fear

I miss the observation deck
That panoramic view
Man's achievement
Praise Philippe Pettit

Most of us know
Yet many must learn
You have to soar
Before you crash and burn


Wild Restraint

The million wounds, flesh is heir to

The six million Jews

The sixty million dead, from World War Two

El Salvador
New York

Where does the Geneva Convention, fit in?

How did New York, get on this list?


The Potion
The Potion by ©Bob Heman

Free Ride

Midnight joyriding
We wound up in Coney Island

Waiting for a red light
Cop car pulls up alongside us

Roland floored the pedal
Patrol car chasing us
Siren blasting the night

Did Roland want to get caught?

Speeding down Stillwell Avenue
I pulled his foot off of the gas
I brought the car to a halt

Guns drawn
Thrown against the car

Heading for the station house
I explain
The Pontiac is not stolen
It belongs to Roland's, dad

We had never driven before
Roland's dad was called
They placed us in an empty, unlocked cell

The belt would be out tonight
He beat Roland and his older brother

Butcher by trade
Built like an ox
Loved flexing his muscles
Enjoyed, whipping that belt from his pants

My mother was upstate on vacation
I convinced the butcher not to tell her