Category: Poems

Poem: An Especially Eventful Tuesday

Tuesdays around here are Terrific Tuesdays! And not because of Tacos or Two-fers or the hair harvested like sod from Hasidic volunteers (Jew fur). No, Tuesdays are terrific around here, at my place and at the neighbors’. Tuesdays are when our domestic servants, our help, our remunerated slaves, our euphemism of choice – we get...

Poem: Why You’re Great

External stimuli cannot affect the silent mind harmonized with all the voices of the universe singing their discrete vibration now and forever in a perfect symphony of light.   Nothing from the outside can burrow inside the sanctuary of a peaceful soul joined in spirit with all that was and all that is.   Fantastic...

Poem: Let’s Do This

Let’s have a little argument Let’s have a little tiff Let’s castigate and conjugate Instead of light a spliff   Our passions stoked, our ire raised We commence to disagreeing About cannabis and worshipping And other ways of seeing   Yet all this time, as we yell, Nothing’s really changed The noise and clamor honks...

Poem: If Only

If only every single person on this cruelty infested planet could sit quietly beside my garden, then those who cared to listen might hear what twittering really sounds like.   If only every single person on this greed befouled planet could stroll carelessly through my neighborhood, then those who cared to look might see what...

Poem: How the Revolution Started (Second in a Series)

Excerpted from “How the Revolution Started: Essays and Impertinent Thoughts.” How obvious and ingenuous and untenuous Is the adoration she has for the child, the one she pushes in a fourteen hundred dollar Stroller? Her smile radiates a protective shroud of love over the low chariot And protects the sleeping boy inside, oblivious to what...

Ignorance is Bliss When Justice Must Be Done

NEWS: THE SUPREME COURT RULED THIS WEEK ON THE CASE DISCUSSED BELOW, VOTING 5-4 AGAINST ALLOWING THE MURDER OF THE MENTALLY DISABLED Proponents of state-sponsored murder, the eye-for-an-eye mob who subscribe to the “killing people who kill people to show that killing is wrong” school of thought, had a rough week. PR-wise. Oh, they still won....

Poem: How the Revolution Started (First in a Series)

Excerpted from “How the Revolution Started: Essays and Impertinent Thoughts.” He’s outfitted for combat: Ankle boots; black dungarees; Sam Jones belt with cuffs and mace and other tools of the craft; bulletproof vest; sunglasses; implacable stare. And a gun, holstered at the moment. The nametag says “Ortiz” or it could be “Gomez” or “Gonzalez” Or...

Poem: Better Angels

Out on errands, out on foot seeing and breathing whatever passes for Nature in Hollywood, I – which means you-me-we-us – you were doing what you always do on gentle mornings cinematically sunlit from the back: you were noticing. Walking and noticing energy organizing in most attractive and repellent ways. Seeing a fraction of the...

Poem: Mind Your Business

When the angry mother of two successors to her gene pool behaved with an absence of cool failed to set a good example for her precious offspring neglected to teach them the importance of thinking about others as though they were sisters or brothers not competitors at a shrinking trough she was at that moment...