The Almost-Whistleblower Blues
October 10, 2008
If I do speak up –
how will I feed my family?
If I do not speak up
how will I sleep?
(in front of the tv)
(clutching a beer)
back from the place i did not see
October 6, 2008
Armageddon Oops
September 25, 2008
like leaves in a hurricane
cellos burn like straw
fingers like napalm
lips like tissue.
Will you hail
the second coming?
Today I Encountered the Armageddonists
September 24, 2008
In the middle of town they stood on each corner
yelling words they believed to be God’s.
Their silent wives held signs as if crosses.
The pictures of Jesus dripped Ashouran blood.
Yet another tear parade.
(We have all been wronged.)
Mohammad and Jesus in an elevator stuck.
Would they battle or avoid the others’ eye?
Embrace as a force of love?
Divide the world like bloody soul pie?
I would bet on love.
I would bet on love again.
Dying in some cesspool place
no chance to embrace YOUR divinity.
Condemned by GOD to more suffering,
I want no part of such DEITY.
mantra explained over cornbread
September 23, 2008
now that there mantra –
she’s kinda like your light switch,
not your light
Booed at Poetry Reading
September 22, 2008
It looked friendly enough.
Even downright hospitable.
The crowd seemed attentive during my first 30 poems.
But they didn’t seem to like number 31.
Or number 32 for that matter.
Soon after, they stormed the stage and I fled.
919 with those 911 blues – in development
September 19, 2008
Sure we wanted our vengeance.
But it wasn’t all black and white.
Our leaders had but one vision
through the eye of a gunner’s sight.
colony collapse
restless legs
identity theft
tainted eggs
leaded Barbie
cancer genes
home invasion
tainted greens
diseased hearts
deadly sin
broken parts
tumbling in
tasered youth
speech bereft
monks for truth
what love is left?
popping pills
guns in school
glossy pages
skinny cool
Who is Evil
August 26, 2008
Ask anyone
inside a circle,
they will tell you
who is evil.
Ask anyone
outside a circle,
they will tell you
who is evil.
qazse 
