I was driving along on a narrow road at night And this car comes around the bend Shining its damn high beams in my face. I flash him And damned if they don’t come right at me! I veer to the right, barely missing the edge. Could happen to anyone right? But there’s more. There …
The circles of Hell
Dante’s circles of hell, that is to say, all nine or ten Have vanished with the evils of his time. But Hell itself has much enlarged since then To guarantee that eternal punishment fits the crime. In Dante’s Hell, the inner circle was the worst For that was the infernal reward for treachery Where those …
A rant followed by a big dream followed by some thoughts on psychedelics and the microbiome
I need to get something off my chest. This is a rant: It occurs to me, as I contemplate the horrors of Ukraine, that I would not wish our system on the world as alternative because our system is the most violent system in the world. It is insidiously violent when it’s not blatantly violent. …
And if you don’t love me now
I am repurposing these lyrics From Fleetwood Mack’s “The chain”. Imagining that it is Earth talking like a lover: Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies And if you don’t love me now You will never love me again I can still hear …
Yahweh was Irish
I poured myself a glass of Guinness As much to enjoy drinking it as To watch the creamy foam build on top, The black stout rise at the bottom. The process is called nitrogenation But I’m not interested in the science. I am interested in the tempest That drives the storm of malted beer down …
There will be a war or
Oh, there will be a war! It will not be just any old war. It will be our very own war. Make it count. Hoard food If you haven’t already. Firewood, kerosene, Gasoline. Install a windmill. Guns, ammo. I’m not wasting any more poem space On this list. Just go on line. You will find …
Tenderized by life (followed by a footnote on LOW and thoughts on the writing of this poem)
There was a dog in my dream with 6 legs. One of the dog’s legs didn’t work. He didn’t need that leg. He had 5 perfectly good legs. This dream is interesting to me. There is a part of me that doesn’t work. This could be a real problem if I was a different person. …
The Nuclear Prom (a poem)
Don’t look up. Don’t look down, And whatever you do, don’t look around, Or within. Don’t look at all. Just be happy, have a ball! Nine nations have the bomb, And they’re all going to the nuclear prom! Everyone with the bomb has a date! If not, it might be too late! Russia and France …
Until the rhythm shifts (poem for the New Year)
Read to: Start at 15.00 / Low volume / slow read That day I was respected Was an argument of some kind Then rest a moment and breathe The pain of sitting down At the juncture of two rhythms One thing against the other Tension in the abdomen Groundwater bubbles to the surface He makes …
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Happy crappy New Year (a sonnet)
Are you a lover or a killer. You can’t say both. Straddling doesn’t cut it anymore. I’m tired of people dicing and splicing their truth, Praying for forgiveness while gearing up for war. Spears of righteous immorality are ready. Guns are locked but loaded on the wall. After all the kissing and confetti I’ll be …