Dream Chipper

June 29, 2009

Run my dreams
through the chipper
down the chute –
into the hole.

Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
rock
gravel
dirt
seed.

The green blades will bend
beneath my shiny shoes:
I toss the kids into the air
they float down like elm seeds.

the wife
watches
from her
windows

Put me
on the train
clickity clack
clickity clack
log in
check time
wear tie
email.

Run the tunnel
ride the shaft
bury me in a prolapsed mine
of glass and steel.

the boss
watches
from his
windows

I kneel in church
and stare at the butts before me.

(I traded my soul
for these marching boots.)

We half believe something
bigger is watching.

I am frozen
in a pious pose.

2004/2009

this time

April 21, 2009

This time
in this life,

a plateau
to which

I will never
return.

If you want to love Jesus

December 11, 2008

He looks like this:

street beggar.jpgstreetgirl.jpghomeless.jpgstarvingbaby150.jpg

Not this:

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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.

image source

small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving

dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving

The Night Joe Left

October 2, 2008

Joe asks me
to stay,
to keep
the earthly vigil
into this night.

He speaks no words;
nor do his eyes
look upon me.
No one knows
except he
and I.

This father cannot
take leave of his family
while lying helpless –
unable to whisper
“don’t worry”
unable to say
goodbye.

exhausted,
the others begin
to go home.

It will be better
this way.
I the sentry
who falls asleep,
he the spirit who sheds
this breaking body.
this sweet life…

Joe continues to stare
at a ceiling he does not see
while his inner core
prepares for
departure.

Across the hall
irritated alarms split
the midnight silence
as some poor soul
gets up to
wander.

tell him
he can go – it is okay
to go.

Sitting in the visitor’s chair
at three
a.m.
I fall
victim
to
the
mathematical
drone
of
the
oxygen
machine…

Soon
after,
he presses my shoulder.

I awaken.

He is gone.

Sure we wanted our vengeance.
But it wasn’t all black and white.

Our leaders had but one vision
through the eye of a gunner’s sight.

fear enslaves us

September 11, 2008

each place –
its own box
of terror.

nagasaki-bomb2.jpg

colony collapse
restless legs
identity theft
tainted eggs

leaded Barbie
cancer genes
home invasion
tainted greens

diseased hearts
deadly sin
broken parts
tumbling in

tasered youth
speech bereft
monks for truth
what love is left?

popping pills
guns in school
glossy pages
skinny cool

homeless nola
no one cares
bullies at war
shiny wares

early risers
sound alarms,
can’t convince
of coming harms

CNNxiety

September 10, 2008

anxious images
over and over again…
entertainment