Power to the people, Power to the beats, Power to the peeps, of water of high spirits, leaking through.
Nebulai, nomenclature, Walla Walla, Spokane– tributary of Columbia, not District of Columbia, but the river, rivering, as water-bays, shimmering,as the Susquehanna Minnihaha chiming electric power juggernaut, hydroelectric Mannahattas project WPA
Big Bugsie tracking, Little Lickie spips into a house. Of the Rising Sun, of a New Dawn, of a New Day Coming. And then, in treble clef, the Shishmaref, the big bruising dam, the electric down the shores of nesting,
The Grand Coulee dam of East River flushes flipping Bigsie as he flashes Little Lickie, bursting at the seamy side of gleaming pipes pumping toxin, Little Lickie fulsome flushing scampers through a sewer, sweating, sweat gleaming, Little Lickie’s tongue darting and beaming, stuttering Little Lickie’s first amendment rights, unfree flight, free-for-all, against Big Bigsie the Best’s futile bawling.
Spam of Human Affection 
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