When I Become Santa
December 4, 2008
We move operations south:
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other desperate places.
We will make toys
for souls.
Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and titillating toys.
Unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.
mazama moonshine
December 4, 2008
it guides our way home
moonlight on ghostly tracks
we left in daylight
dying for Chrtistmas
December 2, 2008
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
then
trimmed
sang to
then
toasted
now lies
in the gutter
her
hooks
and tinsel
riffling on the wind
China’s rulers love the US model:
December 1, 2008
Strobe your masses
with the seen and unseen.
Feed them “must watch”
“must play” content.
Imply jobs
are supposed to suck.
Live for the weekend.
Cast excessive living
as ultimate meaning.
Declare it unpatriotic or uncool
to think otherwise.
Render freedom irrelevant.
one week later…
November 29, 2008
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into its greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
gather round the glow that is everywhere
November 26, 2008
small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving
dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving
QUESTION AUTHORITY??!! (1972)
November 15, 2008
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 INDIANS
QUESTIONED AUTHORITY!!??
or the Conquistadors,
or the Crusaders,
or the Hitler Youth,
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!!!
soldier
November 11, 2008
until there are no soldiers
we have all died in vain
against the dark sky
November 10, 2008
just one leaf holds on
brown and brittle it struggles
loosing some pieces
qazse 