H.R. Creel

H.R. Creel is too old not to write. He was born in 1952 in Connecticut, and now travels all over. H.R. has been featured on I Am Not A Silent Poet recently.

Golden Star

 

a gleaming sense

of judgement

shuffles down the street

 

we no longer wear

stars on our breasts

to mark us, divide us

 

now the divisions

are felt and sensed

with no change in costume.

atos
Poor Doors
Sheriff Stars
spikes

thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

Black Triangle
bedroom tax
Disrupt and Upset
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spikes
bedroom tax
Sheriff Stars

thistles stretch their prickly arms afar

Black Triangle
Disrupt and Upset

Militant Thistles

prickling the politics of "permanent austerity"