by Barbara Lightner
Child. Man. Of his time. Beyond time. May he rest.
dogged impish eloquent unkempt dissident
from the Magic Lantern and the Civic Forum
empowered never tamed
rumpled jeans to the dress for dignity
riding the hallways on a children’s scooter
signature with a heart crudely drawn
women, smoky rooms, flamboyant topless vampire wife
his loves and “the specter of what in the West is called dissent.”
Mick Jagger Rolling Stones Bush the son Clinton and Obama
until philosopher EX’s politician
struggled opposed foundered diminished
Velvet Revolution, and he does not survive.
‘Til the last clash of time, he prevails.
Barbara Lightner escapes the daily drudge by writing poetry in the vein of ever-hopeful. She lives in Milwaukee, WI.
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