Hey kids its Gasoline CANDY!

It’s EXTREME!
It’s COOL!

Everyone is lovin’ it!
So should you!

If I do speak up –
how will I feed my family?

If I do not speak up
how will I sleep?

(in front of the tv)
(clutching a beer)

Angel Friend – revised

October 9, 2008

I wish to have an angel friend
when it becomes your time
to go exploring on your own

to catch you if too high you climb
above this grownup world of pace

too fast to see a child’s face.

biospherical

October 8, 2008

you are not dirty
naughty nasty or bad –
merely human

hard wired
for procreation

on the cosmic watch list

October 7, 2008

Stars in the Night Sky
we exist for now
they watch us and hope
we take hold

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or perhaps i into it

October 7, 2008

last week
at no particular time
it fell into me

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.

All that is required –
blind obedience

to the keepers
of the “truth”.

Belief in the The Apocalypse of John posits peace as unattainable
until the second coming of Christ.

Until there is a worldwide conflagration and a Christ based theocracy –
peace is considered impossible.

How can Armageddonists conduct sane foreign policy when they believe in such inevitabilities?


Armageddon Oops

September 25, 2008

What if bricks fly
like leaves in a hurricane

cellos burn like straw

fingers like napalm

lips like tissue.

Will you hail
the second coming?