In the middle of town they stood on each corner
yelling words they believed to be God’s.
Their silent wives held signs as if crosses.
The pictures of Jesus dripped Ashouran blood.

Yet another tear parade.
(We have all been wronged.)

Mohammad and Jesus in an elevator stuck.
Would they battle or avoid the others’ eye?
Embrace as a force of love?
Divide the world like bloody soul pie?

I would bet on love.
I would bet on love again.

Dying in some cesspool place
no chance to embrace YOUR divinity.
Condemned by GOD to more suffering,
I want no part of such DEITY.

now that there mantra –
she’s kinda like your light switch,
not your light

Change in Plans

September 23, 2008

I intended to read it and post my review of the book Delivered from Distraction by Edward M. Harwell M.D. and John J. Ratey M.D. – but I never got around to it.

Booed at Poetry Reading

September 22, 2008

It looked friendly enough.


Even downright hospitable.


The crowd seemed attentive during my first 30 poems.




But they didn’t seem to like number 31.




Or number 32 for that matter.


Soon after, they stormed the stage and I fled.

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.

nine was was

September 11, 2008

It seemed a time of respect.

Skies were skies,

no chalky lines
of jet smoke –

only bird and cloud and flag.

Terrorism
was not yet entertainment.

Booty and bullets
disappeared from the screen.

Reflection and restraint
seemed a collective value.

Never to return,

we lived briefly
in the eye of chaos.

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

big city bound

September 9, 2008

pollution-war-city.jpg

as we get closer
smells like someone is grilling
old radios

artist: greg jalbert