If only otherwise…
September 11, 2007
We heard oral sex
ten thousand times
more
than terrorism.
We saw her face
ten thousand times
more
than the evildoer.
sign eleven
September 10, 2007
September 10, 2001
Sausage 1.99/lb
September 12, 2001
God Bless America!
October 12, 2001
God Bless America!
Sausage 1.99/lb
October 12, 2002
Sausage 2.29/lb
nine was was
September 9, 2007
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 a blood storm
he is a coward
August 27, 2007
he once stopped by
and promised to resolve
my shattered bones.
he dried my tears,
placed a candle in my heart,
but not a flame.
he proclaimed,
I will never abandon you.
then he left.
he left to have sex
with violence – like John Wayne
slapping a woman.
although he showed up,
he never returned.
again and again.
obsessions always leave a wake
August 20, 2007
I heard “oral sex”
August 19, 2007
I heard “oral sex”
ten thousand times more
than “terrorism”.
I saw her face
ten thousand times more
than bin Laden’s.
If only it had been otherwise…
always saying goodbye always saying hello
August 17, 2007
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there was nothing else…
(but jobs are waiting)
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them.
two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again.
the breeze hides my tears.
2003
anniversary
August 13, 2007
the man on the square
August 6, 2007
he thrusts his hands
into an unseen box
turning this – grabbing that
he pulls out demons
The Antichrist Church Bazaar
August 4, 2007
Boys bet dollars at the wheel –
detached from any holy values.
Greed and thrill keep their interest
as calculated.
The public address blares
a Michael Jackson crotch clutching song.
It can be heard inside the empty church.
Grandmothers swill down halushki with butter.
Young girls strut about with killer legs,
blowing off the uncool.
qazse 