Perhaps… 4
August 8, 2006
We are spiritual guests on this earth
and should not join in the killing cycle.
One Sunday Morning
August 6, 2006
We arrived at church,
but the the doors were locked.
A letter held on in the breeze:
My Dear Children,
I am not inside –
you will find me among the sick,
the troubled, the destitute…
Father Joe is with me.
Come join us.
Love,
God
Within the month
most of us had joined
a different church.
blame it on the killer eggs
August 4, 2006
Diner Diner burning bright
sober beacon
drunken night.
Java Java steaming hot
swore I wouldn’t
drink a lot.
Eggs Eggs slimy soft
all too soon
I send aloft.
Run Run for the door
retch my innards
to the floor.
Wake Wake tormented head
sweating gin
wish I were dead.
with apologies to William Blake
a haiku by Jack Kerouac
August 2, 2006
Perfect moonlit night
marred
by family sqabbles
– J.Kerouac
Infantile Solutions to Life’s Problems – participatory poem by Agnes, Jules, Liquidquick, Qazse, and Twitches
July 31, 2006
wish people dead
close your eyes
have a baby
invade
implants
brow lift
botox
click heels three times
hire assassin squad
eat more chicken
whiskey
whiskey
lots of whiskey
pout
quit
catch a plane
more whiskey
watch Oprah
write a poem
hit delete
shred it
flush it down
2005/2006
Choose Me God! Polka
July 30, 2006
farmer prays for rain
builder prays for none
each one asks the Lord
to be His chosen one
the birthing wall
July 25, 2006
the air rushes in
bringing total consciousness
to a sudden stop
2006
self-test for fascist tendencies – item # 2
July 24, 2006
item # 2:
you are a sucker for
sweeping generalizations:
all blacks
all whites
all girls
all boys
all rich
all poor
always
never
2006
qazse 