this is
the dimension
of acute pleasure

of explosion –

its origins dictate such.

beyond
is very much
elsewhere –

infinities other than

this one.

 

dying for Christmas

January 20, 2007

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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


photo by: Matthew Drumright

perhaps (eight)

January 20, 2007

birth is the cutting
of a tree
from its roots –

and this life,
a momentary death

 

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.

 

freedom rider

January 15, 2007

If I had my way,
If I had my way,
If I had my way,
I’d tear this building down.

 

 

– traditional: sung by African slaves
posted in contemplation of Dr. King’s birthday
to honor all those who faced down the dogs of slavery

 

sudan

January 15, 2007

brushing flies away
let me hold you in my arms
cool your tortured brow

 

Noah

January 13, 2007

Noah was the last to go.
Discovered face down
hands still clenched
from the struggle for air.

Siblings Luke, then Paul
then John, then Mary
coaxed down the hallway,
into the tub
one at a time

each head held under
until bubbles
turned to silence.

In the end no frantic prayers answered.
No angel made Mommy stop.

 

what the HELL does that mean!!??

QUESTION AUTHORITY!!??

YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!

But Dad…

WHAT IF THE MEN ON D-DAY
QUESTIONED AUTHORITY!!??

OR THE SOLDIERS FIGHTING THE INDIANS
QUESTIONED AUTHORITY!!??

or the Hitler Youth,
or the Conquistadors,
or the Crusaders,

or the…

“SMACK” the big open hand hit his young face with a single head turning blow.

GO TO YOUR ROOM – MISTER QUESTION AUTHORITY!!!
AND THROW THAT FUCKING BUTTON IN THE GARBAGE NOW!!!

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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.

photo by J. Ellen Cotton

your choice

January 5, 2007

if you believe you are alone –
you are always alone

if you believe in guidance –
it is everywhere