dying for Chrtistmas

December 2, 2008

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The tree we cut
and carried
into our home

the one
we shackled
then
trimmed

sang to
then
toasted

now lies
in the gutter

her
hooks
and tinsel
riffling on the wind


photo by: Matthew Drumright

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Strobe your masses
with the seen and unseen.

Feed them “must watch”
“must play” content.

Imply jobs
are supposed to suck.

Live for the weekend.

Cast excessive living
as ultimate meaning.

Declare it unpatriotic or uncool
to think otherwise.

Render freedom irrelevant.

Buddy with “tree”

January 12, 2008

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leave that tree alone

January 12, 2008

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Tonight Buddy and I roamed the streets of our town. He is an Airedale terrier and loves to be vigilant. Unfortunately his eyesight is not keen and he will often mistake something like a fire hydrant for a possible attacker.

Along our route were many discarded Christmas trees abandoned at curbside. Perceiving them as critters, Buddy would pitch forward on the leash at each sighting. It made these sad encounters refreshingly comical.

I could not help but reflect on all the resources we put into these trees: the time, land, labor, fertilizer, pesticide, herbicide, shipping, selling, buying, decorating, stripping, tossing, and disposing. Over 100 million of these trees are harvested worldwide each year. It seems a waste.

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Peace on Earth

Love,
Qazse


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.

 

 

 

The God Gag

December 16, 2007

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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.

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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.

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…