January 2017
Kenneth Pobo
kgpobo@widener.edu
kgpobo@widener.edu
My work recently has been accepted by: Nude Bruce, Razorhouse Magazine, Ginosko Literary Journal, Comstock Review, and Glass: A Journal of Poetry. Find me in my garden looking for Bette Davis. Catch my Internet radio show, Obscure Oldies, on Saturdays from
6-830pm EST on Widecast.
6-830pm EST on Widecast.
When Tommy James Sang "Ball of Fire"
in 1969, I was 15, optimistic
despite body bags served with supper.
We had recently walked on the moon.
I was part
of that we. Earth
felt like everyone had a share
just as we had the same moon
to fall in love under.
My rose-colored glasses could turn
any kaleidoscope color
or so I thought. At 62
I’m kidney stones and white hair
on the barber’s sheet. America
a front for the KKK. I suppose
rose-colored glasses had to
go smash. I couldn’t see well
through them anyway, hadn’t expected
glass shards in my eyes.
Songs of peace
and love
joined the NRA,
The ball of fire, nuclear,
looking for a place to fall.
©2016 Kenneth Pobo
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