self-test for fascist tendencies
July 19, 2006
item # 1:
you believe
your group
is inherently
intrinsically
better
than
others
man chowder
July 17, 2006
dam the Grand Canyon, fill it up
add two years of America’s waste
boil in sun, top with men in suits
cubicle
July 17, 2006
like a fish in a bowl
I am made for movement
but in reality
I am dead
in the water
So I curl up to sleep…
July 16, 2006
I cannot smile right now
while life is crushing
people I love
helpless
no magic
no inspiration
no intervention
just grey bleakness
alone on a float of sadness
surrounded by howling wind
and nothing absolutely nothing else.
2004
In the name of Allah
July 16, 2006
Two fathers speak:
One father oversees his child play under a blue sky,
My son thrives in the presence of Allah
oh take delight in this moment!
Creator and Created
forever beautiful…
any second any outing any worship any moment any hell
The second father overlooks a hole blown into a street,
My son was ripped from this life
and flung into the shrapnel sky
his body became a constellation of flesh and blood
I will never forget the sight…
any second any outing any worship any moment any hell
2003/2006
Velcro – Unzipped
July 15, 2006
why a following
and not faith?
why signs
and no horizons?
why flesh
but no sight?
why not faith
and no following?
why not horizons
with no signs?
why not sight
but not flesh?
2006
I have slowly,
not always smoothly,
not always with confidence,
inched myself out onto this limb.
It
is
far
safer
near
the
trunk.
2004
Life’s Velcro Grip
July 13, 2006
why faith
and not a following?
why horizons
with no signs?
why sight
but no flesh?
why a following
and not faith?
why signs
and no horizons?
why flesh
but no sight?
1993
Perhaps… 3
July 12, 2006
Truth is
a diamond
with as many facets
as there are
perceptions
1980
always saying goodbye always saying hello
July 12, 2006
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there is nothing else.
the breeze
takes our hair
to wave goodbye
jobs are waiting.
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them.
two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again
the wind dries the tears I hide.
2003
qazse 