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.
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.
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
Can you?
September 2, 2008
Travel each new day
without thinking
you are better
or less than others.
self-test for fascist tendencies – item # 1
August 31, 2008
you believe
your group
is inherently
intrinsically
better
than
others
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.
obsessions leave wakes
August 20, 2008
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…
haiku polka
August 15, 2008
old poem
like an accordion
i open it
qazse 
