Nightside 4/16/13

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abstract, aleatoric, AM radio, Beatles, Bee Gees, Boston Marathon bombing, Boston Red Sox, death, DX, found poem, Got To Get You Into My Life, Last Dance, poetry, Stayin' Alive, terrorism

the cops are hanging around a lemonade stand

how much does it cost?

these were major bombs with a potential for a lot of damage

the good guys have to prevail every day

they haven’t won the battle but they were successful, sadly

did you see the still photo of the man on the roof on Boylston Street?

the FBI is looking for help from the public

another road, and maybe I suddenly see you

did I tell you I need you?

you can’t lock it down

bundling your auto insurance can save you tons

they recovered black nylon, a circuit board, ball bearings, and nails

dump your old duster, who’s that lady?

how can you say you’re in love with her?

so much for me having grandchildren.

ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive

now, a special report on the tribal casino

Massachussetts can’t afford to lose thousands

it just doesn’t make sense

since 9/11 we’re on another pattern of crime

I was at the Sox game the day before

this is continuing coverage, we will get to the bottom of this

can government really keep you safe?

we were shocked, but were you surprised?

this was an atrocity, a murderous act

I had to see something beautiful

it’s the last dance, last dance tonight

We’ll be back after this.

Open letter

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Boston Marathon bombing, defiance, terrorism

Who are you? 

What do you want? 

What message are you trying to send? 

Why are you so afraid that you don’t come out and claim responsibility? 

What were you hoping to accomplish? 

Why the Boston Marathon? 

What could possibly be worth killing children over?  

Did you hesitate, even for a moment?

What’s your point? 

Do you even have a point? 

Why spectators, not the elites or the politicians? 

What could possibly be worth it to you for innocent children to suffer amputations? 

For innocent children to die? 

Did your cowardice prevent you from wearing a suicide vest?

Does it make you feel like a man late at night blowing the legs off of helpless children? 

Does it make that scared, weak, rotting core inside you feel strong (for just a moment) to push the button?

Do you think I fear you when you hide behind pressure cookers, ball bearings, and nails?

Once again

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9/11, Boston Marathon bombing, family, poetry, terrorism

Once again
we’re huddled around the TV
watching rising smoke
4:09 at 26 miles
as sirens cry
with the mother of
an 8-year-old boy.
Again the details of the tragedy
remain unclear, I’m not at liberty
but the death toll is rising
the SWAT team
has occupied the hospital
there’s a no-fly zone
as fighters fly air cover
over cities

Once again
a president will get
to the bottom of this
and will bring justice to the terrorists
as they round up
the usual suspects
the Saudi student on a visa
careful not to speculate
as we jump to conclusions
on the AM radio dial

as my daughters sleep unaware.