Flag Poem

White square in the center of a blue one twice as large;
Right triangles, red on gold, with shared hypotenuses;
Blue rectangle stacked on red like freight crates on a barge;
White X on a sea of blue. These flags do have their uses!


Fun With Flags

I have devices all my own
With which I play when I’m alone.
They smell like sadness on vacation
Plus that dizzy-sick sensation
That you get from crying in
An elevator filled with men
Who won’t admit they want your shoes–
They do, but they just flat refuse
To tell you so, because they’re free!
It stinks, but that’s democracy.