Corporate Chowder
February 2, 2007
dam up the Grand Canyon
let it fill
with industrial waste
stir
boil in sun
top with men in suits
Photo by:Thomas Greutmann
dying for Christmas
January 20, 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
alone
with her hooks
and tinsel
riffling in the wind
I wish I had an angel friend
January 17, 2007
I wish I had an angel friend
to watch over your tiny travels –
to walk with you through wander worlds
of daisy, stream, and meadow.
I wish to have an angel friend
when it becomes your time
to go exploring on your own
to catch you if too high you climb
above this grownup world of pace
too fast to see my child’s face.
To have no care of wrong or right – a villanelle
January 7, 2007
To have no care of wrong or right
have no thoughts but decree,
soar and see as a hawk in flight.
Fly from dark into light
hold no sense of history
to have no care of wrong or right.
Wire your brain to plumes that fright,
know only what you need to be;
soar and see as a hawk in flight.
See the red as black and white,
kill then eat the flesh, be free
to have no care of wrong or right.
Practice not duty nor requite.
Call hemic cries of victory.
Soar and see as a hawk in flight.
Have no pretense but your might
Take no knowledge from the tree.
To have no care of wrong or right,
soar and see as a hawk in flight.


