divine assurance…

divine assurance

one day
a man came
to the village
saying that his book
held
the true word
of god
and that
all we knew
was
but myth
bapa dola
asked
does your book
speak
of the desert fox
how its imprints
on the desert sands
spoke of your coming
and
how you would
lie low
beneath the sands
before the day
was done
hearing this
the man ran
from the village
and
bapa dola
smiled
saying
not all true words
are myths
and
not all myths
are true

blind justice…

blind justice

the brown bag prophet
sitting outside
viewing a bar’s
large screen tv
from
the edge
of the sidewalk
said
if moammar kadafi
had just
converted to judaism
he’d still
be in power
the us
would be his ally
no matter
what country
he invaded
or
how many civilians died
there’d been
no imposition
of a no-fly zone
plus
no claims
of war crimes
the man
just
missed
a golden opportunity

empty threats to emptied souls…

empty threats to emptied souls

bapa dola’s student
asked why warriors
fight in battles
where they
are surely
bound
to die
sadly
the old man said
it does matter
how one dies
when
the actions
of oppressors
make it clear
that the oppressed
shall perish
no matter
what dreams
of peace
they hold
in their souls
the question
becomes
why should one
not
die as a martyr
death’s kiss
then
is one
of choice

the villain doesn’t always wear black…

the villian doesn't always wear black

a giggling
aunt bea
was staring
at some old polaroids
they were
of
me
and
not particularly
flattering
the one
of me crying
in a bath
brought the most
merriment
she said
besides the obvious
historical counterpoint to
where you are now
these photos
bring to mind
when my
panama tour group
entered a small shop
a rather attractive
middle-aged woman
in a dress
designed
for a teenager
and thus
divulging
a number of her
assets
bent down
and
spread her arms
around a child
then
accosted
and
advised
one male tourist
outfitted with
a dangling
large camera
with
the lens cap
on
that
under no circumstance
should he
photograph the child
she said
she was
keenly
aware
of perverts
i must admit
that i’ve
never seen
so many iphones
used at one time
i’m pretty certain
that they
weren’t
all
making phone calls
back to the states

private property…

private property

for all your world wars
you are now the proud owners
of a planet’s death

cancellation of travel plans…

cancellation of travel plans

no angels
on high
proclaiming
what to star
to follow
nor
yellow brick road
leading to oz
just putrid city street
lined with vacant lots
vacant lots
planted with the cast-offs
of society
this is
the new way
found in every city
for mumbai
to chicago
ocean to ocean
waves of derelict souls
ignored
and brought
to the boiling point
when they
should’ve been kept
refrigerated
now
the rancid consequence
of ignorance
takes it toll
go ahead
call the police
they aren’t coming
these streets
are too
dangerous
for
armed men
best that
you
never arrive

honey pack my bags…

honey pack my bags

aunt bea
had just finished
watching
a program
on the mountain indians
in columbia
she said
honey
i am up
and
out of here
those men
understand
the importance
of a woman
and
daily
show
their respect
for
the source
of their
being
not only
that
but they know
like most women
god
is
a woman