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Tiffany FitzHenry@Tiff_FitzHenry
·5hHAPPENING NOW: FBI agents at the downtown headquarters of the L.A. Department of Water and Power. “We are confirming a search warrant at Los Angeles DWP in downtown Los Angeles, but are prohibited from commenting further because affidavits involved in the warrant are sealed.”

Army Lets Slip That It’s Conducting Secret Operation Around D.C.

By Anthony CapaccioJuly 22, 2019, 8:14 AM PDT

  •  Black Hawk copters working on ‘emerging classified’ mission
  •  Service asks Congress for an extra $1.55 million for project

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2019-07-22/army-lets-slip-that-it-s-conducting-secret-operation-around-d-c

Sonnet 29

Sonnet 29

After the second drive-by, my nerves gnawed
My belly, and I pocketed my dad’s gun.
“Need anything from Safeway, mom?” Her God
Was food. “A donut,” said she. “Only one?”

She dropped her broom and laughed. “The meat
has thawed.”
“See you.” The screen door banged. This would be fun.
The Gangstas liked to nauseate the clods
Who snapped their pictures at the Salmon Run.

Their leaders’ pants hung round his ankles. From
Behind I pushed the gun against his crotch.
“Shooting a six-year-old girl, that was dumb,”

I said. “It was an accident, a botch,”
He said, but when the guide talked loud, I shot.
Back home: “O Mom, your donut, I forgot.”

Sonnet 28

Sonnet 28

He wants to reproduce himself with one
Who will bear babies with him, more than two
Or three, with diapers, binkies, messes, fun,
Games, first hugs, first words, first steps, spaghetti goo

On plastic trays, rain, snow, and birthday guns
And nights with kids in bed. The couple screw
For hours of joyful pleasure, and then they are done.
They hold each other close, their love renewed.

And when the children are grown up and he
Is lying in his grave, his former wife
Will look back fondly at their family times,

Will pull the faded pictures out, and she
Will sob beside the lamp for God and Life–
And with a sigh, her heart will beat like chimes.

~Day Williams

Poetry Slam

A “poetry slam” is where a well-fed, well-dressed black teenager, who has received a free public education and who has more money in his pocket than 90% of the world’s population, gets up before a microphone in an air-conditioned room with a sympathetic audience, and slams the society he lives in, telling how oppressed and victimized he is. Candace Owens would throw up.