The God Gag
December 16, 2007
Jesus was a little baby. Christians believe He was the Son of God. (we are all Children of God)(the mystical body).
Don’t you think Jesus would have written something himself? It was such an important mission. (As is ours.) Why allow chaos and doubt – why make the path convoluted and contentious? Why not simplicity and congruency from the Prince of Peace?
Perhaps there are other princes serving themselves – magicians to our minds. Sleight of hand artists yelling threats of damnation to distract and befuddle.
Yes, there is always something fishy in this cosmos – as if gangsters take over a loving God. Power plays. Land grabs. God gags.
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.
the moon! is your logo…not McDonalds
December 11, 2007
there is no place
quite like the other
each valley
each plain
each mountain
each plateau
each
with its own
land forms
life forms
weather
and light
encased in a shared
halo of air
we are binding this earth in asphalt.
binding
and branding
we block the night sky
with our signs.
from
above
we look
like fire
iiiiiiiiiiindustry
December 11, 2007
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.
dear God
December 10, 2007
help us to understand
(not that we would change
anything)
God has no hands
December 10, 2007
God has no hands.
We are the ones
with the hands!
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…
qazse 