Category: Poems

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...

Poem: Why Not Me?

My friend the genius musician artist said: “The three words that define Los Angeles are Why Not Me?” The correct question, as any enlightened person could tell you — and probably would if given an opportunity no matter how slender or conversationally tenuous, like a run-on sentence in an increasingly ponderous poem – the correct...

Poem: Your Choice

Where you want to put it, fool? On the dark? All right. I’ll say it again: All right. All right. You know it’s gonna be all right. Everything is gonna be all right even when it’s not. Perfection includes imperfection. And that includes you, fool. Perfectly imperfect worry machine, forgetting to clean behind the scene,...

Poem: Settled Issues

The darker the berry the sweeter the fruit. The higher the thread count the better the suit. Extraneous issues pretend to be moot. But inside our dreams they squawk and they hoot.   Now you want to challenge me? Pay the fee? Catastrophe of misunderstanding and misoversitting of petty hair-splitting and imprecise fitting – it’s...

Poem: Zen Situation

Anything that can be divided in half can be divided in half infinitely proving the impossible is the quotidian the magnificent mundane broadcasting to the edges where no one counts