he didn’t ask to be born
November 26, 2006
that little boy
born to a dirtbag
who was born to a dirtbag
who was once a little boy
who did not ask to be born…
Weapon of Mass Decapitation
November 25, 2006
When I pay taxes
I feel like a guillotine
maintenance worker
december
November 21, 2006
it is unexpectedly cold
as we jump naked
under the covers.
shivering toward each other
we giggle,
knowing we will soon
be cozy.
mice dreams
November 20, 2006
the mouse curls up
in her hidden nest
of paper and twine.
she dreams of your breath
while you lay traps near
her perfect droppings.
you lie in your bed
of cloth and stolen feathers
to dream of sudden death.
my children’s hands
November 12, 2006
my children’s hands
will pass me along through time
as I did to them
it feels like America again
November 8, 2006
longevity
November 7, 2006
it does not matter
how long I live
as long as I generate peace
you will know the truth by its actions aka Holy wars
October 31, 2006
let the gods throw chairs
at each other
claiming truth
as property
shattering bones
snapping their names
while Buddha sits peacefully
under the table
how to pay for Dom Perignon
October 26, 2006
bandura’s box
October 23, 2006
you do as eye do
see what eye see:
one school shooting
creates another…
one head stomp
will stomp again…
qazse 