Update at Eleven by Jim Senetto


Update at Eleven

Beirut exploded
in gunfire today
as the U.S launched
a top secret satellite
and Miami, lit up
by the rockets’ red glare,
sweltered for the sixth
consecutive day
and record breaking rain
in Honduras, washed away
another village
and village officials,
vacationing in New York,
could not be reached for comment.

Public outcry for
fetal tissue research,
suffered a setback
as congress
refused to comment
citing impending trips
to rain soaked Honduras
and the search for
U.S supported villages,
missing since last Friday.

Ozone levels degenerated
further today
with the explosion
of unwanted nuclear weapons
at the North Pole.
Officials, declaring
the cold war dead,
said the cleanup
of Polar Bears,
washing up in Nova Scotia,
will begin immediately.

Knicks won, Islanders lost,
Giants play tonight.

Update at eleven.

blackpooljimmyAPJim Senetto about Jim Senetto

My father was quiet; loving, provider but quiet…I never knew a grandfather, his side, or his brother lost at 28 and I was told not to ask. So quiet I was…me, the quiet one, second echelon in a group of friends…quiet in the confessional booth I was brought to…why tell a stranger, in a dark booth sitting behind mesh, my woes, thinking it just might be his woes were worse than mine (I’ve later learned, some in collars should have sat on the other side of that mesh window, confessing). I was drafted in ’66, taught how to kill strangers and my mouth began to question why and with some friends now dead from bullets of insanity, I became alive, vowing never to be as quiet as my father. He had his reasons, I’m sure, old school and all of that, but I had to break the chain. Art, photography, music, poetry is my voice and it’s all fair game…say it loud, some will listen and that is good enough for me.

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