iiiiiiiiiiindustry
December 11, 2007
industry
is not
civilization
no matter
what
experts tell us
leave me alone for Christmas
December 10, 2007
Like in a glass-sided beehive,
the poor and dying press
against the window of my mind.
I cover the glass with candy canes
and Santas.
dear God
December 10, 2007
help us to understand
(not that we would change
anything)
God has no hands
December 10, 2007
God has no hands.
We are the ones
with the hands!
Aristoscale vs humanscale – a participatory poem by Christine, Jak, Qazse, and Z-freek
December 9, 2007
what if
we stopped
building mansions
what if
we began
to build ourselves.
our home
in our hearts
freedom
our home
in each other
humanity
our home
in love compassion
reality
on the outside looking in
December 6, 2007
You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.
You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.
I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.
I look into
the restaurant –
you spend
my week’s wages
in a night
so elegant
so white
table cloths
and candles
fine wines
and waiters.
I could go on
and on,
but I have been ordered
to move along…
dying for Christmas version 1
December 5, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
in the gutter
alone
with hooks
and tinsel
blowing in the wind
qazse 