on the occasion of my first plushie

on the occasion of my first plushie






turns out i have a soft spot for plushie's,
after all.


so on my sixty third birthday
i was surprised
by
rico and received
my
first plushie.


an over-sized coffee cup. 
like the ones you see the bums in new york
using
to bank change
in.
blue and greek
with
cute round eyes and a little smile.


so 
at sixty three
i'm pondering the significance of plushies
and their place 
on 
the planet.


while the pentagon 
when 
it turned sixty three-
fueled by america’s insatiable appetite for power and destruction-
was hurriedly
earmarking new places
to infiltrate
while continuing to generate
animosity
the likes of which ‘defense’ contractors
kill for.


so plushies
have an ethereal sort of meaning to me now.
and
the pentagon
still refuses 
to grow the fuck up.






sjw 08/14/18 inspired at this very moment in time by of all things plushies. and certain pussies.





from the 'beauty series' of poems