Dream Chipper

June 29, 2009

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

Cover this bootless
pile with
lye
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.

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 bodies 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

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this time

April 21, 2009

This time
in this life,

a plateau
to which

I will never
return.

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If you want to love Jesus

December 11, 2008

He looks like this:

street beggar.jpgstreetgirl.jpghomeless.jpgstarvingbaby150.jpg

Not this:

jesus-pastor.jpgjesus 6.jpgjesus 5.jpgjesus4.jpgjesus2.jpg

Posted in Christian, Christianity, cult of personality, dogma, DOMINIONISM, hero worship, homeless, hunger, Jesus, Miscellaneous, poor, poverty, POWER, Religious Right, spirit, starvation, values, violence, wealth | 3 Comments »

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

Posted in Christmas, gifts, grandparenting, human relations, humanscale, maximization of profit, Miscellaneous, parenting, peace, peaceful, poem, Poetry, Santa Claus, smile, spirit, toys | 4 Comments »

gather round the glow that is everywhere

November 26, 2008

small mansion
two warm voices
thanksgiving

dirt hut
two warm voices
thanksgiving

Posted in celebration, family, human relations, humanscale, love, mindfulness, Miscellaneous, peace, peaceful, poem, Poetry, smile, spirit, spiritual, Thanksgiving | 2 Comments »

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.

Posted in dad, death, dying, family, father, Miscellaneous, poem, Poetry, Pop Pop, spirit, writing | 8 Comments »

919 with those 911 blues – in development

September 19, 2008

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.

Posted in 1, 9/11, antidiplomacy, Armageddonists, dogs of war, human relations, Iraq, Iraqathon, Miscellaneous, neo conservatives, Osama, peace, poem, Poetry, politics, spirit, terrorism, torture, tyranny, violence, war, writing | 5 Comments »

fear enslaves us

September 11, 2008

each place –
its own box
of terror.

Posted in 1, 9/11, aristocracy, authoritarianism, chicken Hawks, dogs of war, fascism, fundamentalism, greed, hero worship, human relations, human rights, luxury, maximization of fear, Miscellaneous, poem, Poetry, politics, POWER, Religious Right, spirit, terrorism, torture, tyranny, violence, war, wealth, World Trade Center, writing | 6 Comments »

Cavalcade of Anxiety – a participatory poem by chughes, howard, Jak, and qazse

September 11, 2008

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

Posted in 1, Armageddon, existence, human relations, maximization of fear, Miscellaneous, Participatory Poetry, peace, poem, Poetry, security, spirit, superstition, terrorism, violence, war, writing | 2 Comments »

CNNxiety

September 10, 2008

anxious images
over and over again…
entertainment

Posted in CNN, family, fear, FOX network, haiku, Miscellaneous, Poetry, politics, pop politics, Senryu, spirit, television, violence, war, writing | 2 Comments »

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