Constellation - Lamont Palmer

It wells up, strewn pieces of moon.
Outward, the parts split benignly,

sky, wind, flesh, debris, the skin of rocks
floating, in unison, with the asteroid belt.

Look up to see the image. Striking, in its sharpness,
known vistas tremble - there is a lone glow
reaching a thousand eyes in a thousand nights.


Lamont PALMER
First published at Strangeroad.com

Confederate Flag - Lamont Palmer

let them fly
their defeated
dead banner.
let them fly that
cloth with the
stars and bars that signifies
division, wasted blood, and a
president with a hole in
his head; that signifies
the 400 year old evil that
shackled nearly an entire
race; that
signifies uncle sam
was split like the red sea; when
uncle sam nearly perished.
don't stop them.
don't picket.
don't protest.
let them fly their
defeated, whipped,
beaten, and shamed
banner. and let them
sing praises to
jefferson davis and
john wilkes booth as they
do it. it's a beautiful
colorful reminder, this
confederate flag. my yankee chest
swells to enormous proportions
when I gaze upon its
stars and bars.
know why? because
we won the
war.
we won the war. we won
the war.


Lamont PALMER
First published by www.TimBookTu.com

Pier Pressure on The Eastern Shore - Lamont Palmer

Consign to the wind what you will, or might have;
if you stand on the pier, looking out, you have consigned
the essence of it; and the wind knows.

It is a trifecta: water, air, you.
Emitting from the three is my needfulness.
I gamble on mix, standing on the edge,
spotting trash strewn nearby, tossed by lazy ones.
But nothing is ruined by the debris.

I looked out over the calmness of the blue.
I used to think it was beautiful.
I still do but I am not assimilating as I did before.
One can be the same, yet different.
Small waves make an eventful, lapping sound.

The event is the notion of standing here,
the notion and the physicality,
the realization of being partly here,
of being partly everything, only a half.
I am as still as the boats docked here,
waiting discontentedly to be propelled.


Lamont PALMER,
First published at Strangeroad.com