“The strike on the vehicle on 29 August . . . killed 10 members of one family, including six children, relatives told the BBC.” The drone is a Reaper, The missile it fires is a Hellfire. There you have it. The person who programmed the drone is a nobody, A minion of the Great Satan …
Passport photo followed by brief reflection
Take off your glasses Don’t smile That’s what they told me When I had my passport photo taken So I look like a drug smuggler That’s what they want I look tired and pissed And a little dangerous If I was security at an airport And I saw that face I would take me aside …
Continue reading “Passport photo followed by brief reflection”
So, I guess we’re f–ked?! Yes. . .and No. (a narrative poem)
I’m working with a young man Doing dreamwork. During our check-in I was fretting About the ravages of climate change world-wide And he looked at me and said, My friends and I refer to it as “climate catastrophe”. My neighbor told me That he was on a walk with His “kids” recently When he overheard …
Continue reading “So, I guess we’re f–ked?! Yes. . .and No. (a narrative poem)”
Boots on the ground
My boots are on the porch. They are not on the ground. I keep them on the porch When I am not in them. And I’m not in them. They are not working now, They are dreaming up an army Of boots on the ground Making gardens. Just hand me A moonbeam so I …
The flowers in the bowl (a Covid poem)followed by a reflection on the writing of this poem
The flowers are in the bowl Because they caught on the mower I felt bad for them And placed them in the bowl In a little water This world is going to hell He said I know listen read this Don’t go to hell I said Too late he said After I read what he …
The story goes
My father’s father played his violin in the attic Where no one could see his tears. My great aunt (my father’s mother’s sister) kept Nubian goats And two squirrel monkeys in her sunroom That she would diaper and release when we visited. There is nothing like the sensation Of those tiny fingers searching your hair …
Quoting myself on this 4th of July
Here is a poem (And it was f—king hard to write) Because I’m back from the island Where we go To get away from it all Where When we are there I write lots of poems Because my mind begins to clear And I begin to accept the ebb and flow Of life on an …
My friend the local legend
My friend the local legend Sings stories for icecream cone eaters He got his trusty Guild He got his voice Steroids added an octave to his range He got his attitude He’ll sing Ballads old Dylan tunes just right Catch the wind Catch the blues Red white and bruised He’ll tell you the real story …
Asparagus
I grow asparagus While remote Arctic bases Sprout in the far north The conning towers Of submarines break through The ice like black plants They say We don’t want War but we will defend our (fill in the blank) Keep your eye on them Keep your eye on yourself too Cross yourself We are In …
The algae eaters
After the Mars mission of 2027, They wanted to start colonizing the Red planet ASAP, a logical (to some) outcome Of utterly failing to halt climate warming. But, they needed to see how people would handle Being away from Earth and living on algae, The easiest food to grow on Mars. So they hand-picked some …