Poet's note: The following humble set of haiku were written by me while participating in last Month's "first friday celebrations" in my city of Ashland, Oregon.
Regarding my intelligence, William, I'm only repeating a modest version of what's been said about me since I was a youth(even by people who disliked me)...
Syrian blood is on American hands... dripping down the Greek columns of the White House and spouting out of that fountain into the neatly manicured red flowers that circle it.
