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.

nine was was

September 11, 2008

It seemed a time of respect.

Skies were skies,

no chalky lines
of jet smoke –

only bird and cloud and flag.

Terrorism
was not yet entertainment.

Booty and bullets
disappeared from the screen.

Reflection and restraint
seemed a collective value.

Never to return,

we lived briefly
in the eye of chaos.

fear enslaves us

September 11, 2008

each place –
its own box
of terror.

obsessions leave wakes

August 20, 2008

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I heard “oral sex”
ten thousand times more
than “terrorism”.

I saw her face
ten thousand times more
than bin Laden’s.

If only it had been otherwise…

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Pray for Peace

December 28, 2007

The dogs of war continue to rule this world. Your place and mine. Their opportunity is hostility and ignorance. Their game is manipulation. Terror is a tool – the fear of hell, ridicule, beating, bombing, jail, locusts,  the list goes on and on. Each place has its own special box of terror.


until

October 20, 2007

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until
there are
no soldiers
we have all
died in
vain

 

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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

homeless nola
no one cares
bullies at war
shiny wares

early risers
sound alarms,
can’t convince
of coming harms

If only otherwise…

September 11, 2007

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We heard oral sex
ten thousand times
more
than terrorism.

We saw her face
ten thousand times
more
than the evildoer.

 

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sign eleven

September 10, 2007

September 10, 2001
Sausage 1.99/lb

September 12, 2001
God Bless America!

October 12, 2001
God Bless America!
Sausage 1.99/lb

October 12, 2002
Sausage 2.29/lb

nine was was

September 9, 2007

It seemed a time of respect.

Skies were skies,

no chalky lines
of jet smoke –

only bird and cloud and flag.

Terrorism
was not yet entertainment.

Booty and bullets
disappeared from the screen.

Reflection and restraint
seemed a collective value.

Never to return,

we lived briefly
in the eye of a blood storm