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.
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.
dying for Christmas version 1
December 5, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
in the gutter
alone
with hooks
and tinsel
blowing in the wind
One week later…
November 29, 2007
I spin the can
of mixed nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only jordans,
filberts, and peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
One week later…
November 29, 2006
Clockwise
I turn the can
of Planters Mixed Nuts
peering into a greasy
kaleidoscope –
not a cashew
to be found
only Jordans,
Filberts, and Peas
tumbling
in my disdain.
They are all
that remain
of the feast.
qazse 