a new year thought

January 1, 2008


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Peace
and Prosperity
for the Poor

(for a change)

 

Put yourself on the cover
of every issue.
Name it after you.

Live in a mansion
with fourteen bathrooms
and only two asses.

Build an exclusive school
amidst great need –
create clones of yourself.

Go orgasmic over
shiny things
as if they bring happiness.

When I Become Santa

December 14, 2007

We move operations south
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other empty places.

We begin to make toys for souls.

Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and joyous toys.

Now
unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.

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iiiiiiiiiiindustry

December 11, 2007

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industry
is not
civilization

no matter
what
experts tell us

leave me alone for Christmas

December 10, 2007

Like in a glass-sided beehive,
the poor and dying press
against the window of my mind.

I cover the glass with candy canes
and Santas.

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what if
we stopped
building mansions

what if
we began
to build ourselves.

our home
in our hearts
freedom

our home
in each other
humanity

our home
in love compassion
reality

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on the outside looking in

December 6, 2007

You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.

You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.

I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.

I look into
the restaurant –

you spend
my week’s wages
in a night

so elegant
so white

table cloths
and candles
fine wines
and waiters.

I could go on
and on,

but I have been ordered
to move along…

About – my didacticism

November 19, 2007

I am often didactic. I know it can be a turn-off. I am sorry. I can’t help myself.

I believe our human problems are solvable. I believe there is wisdom at our disposal. Yet our consciousness is busy with busy work. We are all busy keeping once-useful now-archaic notions alive.

Ideas such as privilege or eternal damnation seem axiomatic to most. They legitimize division and dismissal. Yet my faith and observation  is that God shares everything and never gives up on anyone.

I sense urgency in the air and within myself. Each day brings more sad news. But the tragic has become entertainment rather than a call to action. The very things we ought to be alarmed about become our anesthesia.

People are innately philosophical. If they are given the opportunity (including the freedom and encouragement to think independently) they will find a way to get along.

I need to be a part of that process in several different ways.

flags wave from golf carts

October 23, 2007

You are
trailer trash
until they need you.

Shit Hat

September 26, 2007

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“The collection is available at Bergdorf Goodman, Henri Bendel, Saks New York, and other boutiques… The piece shown here is the Olivia, it is made of hand cut feathers that are on a comb and sells for $575.”

Smells like aristocracy.

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