screaming at low volumes
When your failed states state clearly your failures, what then can you say? That it was all them? You did all that you could? No – No, you can not counter the accusations of the dead when they have thrown themselves at your feet, speaking the only language you ever taught them, The Bomb.
sometimes i just want to tie ’em down and see just what they think torture is. sometimes i imagine they just don’t understand what it’s like to be in a war … you know, dying and all that. then i get so fired up and upset that i worry some of their terrorists may come … Read moreheros and wasted breath
These taxes are killing me, tax my soul, my heart tax my love to pay for hate blowing up in the name of state; well, i’ll file them for you, little machines of death, and you’ll call yourself Caesar, but all you really do is make it difficult to please her: the money could be … Read moreThese Fucking Taxes
There’s a piÑata demanding destruction, a painting in the louver crying for a slice: good old American pie and sobbing for a time when dying was proud, before the diapers, the drugs, the machines, before the Ordained Murderists of the First Church of War made dying into the laughing stock of life, rolling on the … Read morethe recruiters motto
Is it the curse of the oppressedthat they should oppress?the occupiedto occupy;the down troddento climb above andtrod down thosethey’ve climbed over?Is repayment so ingrainedit will cross over generations -this filthy currency of hateto be traded by the sour handsof VictimSet down at the feet of grand childrenfor collection in the New Worldby a new victim?Oh, … Read moreMarie Antoinette in Palestine
it is the bricks in the wall with the crumbling mortar that make the ambush come alive. where the dandy lion cracks the pavement – insisting on life is where the poetry of time exists as resistance to these feeble kings who’ve had their beds maid by starlings on strings. Where trees commit suicide rather … Read moreOn Guerilla Poetry
Canadian troops fighting Taliban militants in Afghanistan have stumbled across an unexpected and potent enemy — almost impenetrable forests of 10-feet-high marijuana plants.”
I feel the ground beneath my feet the faces in the sand speak to me little traces of humanity in a history so filled with misery thought not of our own mortality I plant my heart in this sand sea. I say good night and bid them well those who passed over these broken shells, … Read moreSand Tombs
A frustration grows like an ugly flower watching this abysmal use of tremendous power to stomp on smaller things, like mother and child, but, nothing so wild as asking coat and tails to pay a share, their share – no more, just to help keep open the school’s door. These great negotiations on the side … Read moreThe View From Ft. Trumbul
I’ve been dying for the Propaganda Dream They put it in motion – I don’t know when Make me want freedom, and all that. But something went awry – The Propaganda Dream can’t hold up to lies. Oh, the dream was good – Freedom, Equality With Capital F’s and E’s and no one gets on … Read morePropaganda Dreams I