A Christmas Message To President Bush
December 25, 2007
Missing Him
December 24, 2007
Let’s work backwards:
First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.
I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.
I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer stirring by candle light,
conjuring batches of yuletide glee.
I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret, a life of family.
Only then can I feel safe…
December 22, 2007
Hopefully someday –
there will be a camera
on each square of this earth
from back country meadows
to the underside of every dock.
Hopefully someday –
a secure fence will surround
and protect our country
running south of Manhattan
and returning from the north.
Only then can i feel safe.
Only then should they bring back our liberties.
How to be a great teacher of self absorption
December 21, 2007
Put yourself on the cover
of every issue.
Name it after you.
Live in a mansion
with fourteen bathrooms
and only two asses.
Build an exclusive school
amidst great need –
create clones of yourself.
Go orgasmic over
shiny things
as if they bring happiness.
Sick fundamentalist thinking:
December 19, 2007
this can become
a self fulfilling prophecy
The God Gag
December 16, 2007
Jesus was a little baby. Christians believe He was the Son of God. (we are all Children of God)(the mystical body).
Don’t you think Jesus would have written something himself? It was such an important mission. (As is ours.) Why allow chaos and doubt – why make the path convoluted and contentious? Why not simplicity and congruency from the Prince of Peace?
Perhaps there are other princes serving themselves – magicians to our minds. Sleight of hand artists yelling threats of damnation to distract and befuddle.
Yes, there is always something fishy in this cosmos – as if gangsters take over a loving God. Power plays. Land grabs. God gags.
When I Become Santa
December 14, 2007
We move operations south
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other empty places.
We begin to make toys for souls.
Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and joyous toys.
Now
unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.
the moon! is your logo…not McDonalds
December 11, 2007
there is no place
quite like the other
each valley
each plain
each mountain
each plateau
each
with its own
land forms
life forms
weather
and light
encased in a shared
halo of air
we are binding this earth in asphalt.
binding
and branding
we block the night sky
with our signs.
from
above
we look
like fire
qazse 