On the Outside Looking In
December 21, 2008
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
your restaurant –
you spend
my week’s wages
in a night
so elegant
so white
table cloths
and candles
fine wine
and waiters.
I could go on
and on,
but I have been ordered
to move along…
Let it Snow
December 11, 2008
crackling fire gives forth
all we will need
If you want to love Jesus
December 11, 2008
He looks like this:
Not this:
be the embracer
December 5, 2008
peace is a choice
do not wait for one’s embrace
be the embracer
When I Become Santa
December 4, 2008
We move operations south:
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other desperate places.
We will make toys
for souls.
Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and titillating toys.
Unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.
mazama moonshine
December 4, 2008
it guides our way home
moonlight on ghostly tracks
we left in daylight
dying for Chrtistmas
December 2, 2008
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
China’s rulers love the US model:
December 1, 2008
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.
one week later…
November 29, 2008
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into its greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
qazse 