the Iran Nuclear deal.A Poem by h d e rushinI say, blow up the world. Turn the Kansas corn fields into National Geographic magazine covers full of no advertisements. Then lay calm on the sand you turned to winter ice, and watch the sky curve loose of aphonia-lace or philodendron. And of course i'm being facetious since my daddy told me of the moon that Oppenheimer saw thru those stacked glasses. The one's where he gave comparison to the Hindu prince while the engines of the B29's were revving. That once the atom is split, it's handsome hearing set alite it's silver wash-bloom, racing thru the Sunday sky. It will be too late for the God on my nightstand to hear me. © 2015 h d e rushinReviews
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