popup cards…

you’ve finally
come
to realize
that
all your
possessions
and
dreams
over
a lifetime
are mere
cutouts
of existence
each
fitting
neatly
onto
one popup card
that
will
soon
be
folded
and
placed
in
a satin lined envelope
then
mailed
to
god

voter termination program…

having obtained names
presidential commission
began the slaughter

not quite biblical…

i was
complaining
to
aunt bea
about
how
the new president
seems
to be more concerned
about
hearing
his
name
in the press
than
doing
anything
of merit
that
would cause one
to
actually
mention
his name
aunt bea
said
perhaps
we can take
a lesson
from
history
and
start referring
to
him
as
he with the unmentionable name
maybe
that will
get
the focus
on
national issues
instead
of
ego

es muy complicado…

this
dying stuff
is far more
difficult
than
advertised
for example
you must
have
an attorney
to
clarify
the disposition
of
all assets
in order
to assure
that
some
portion
of
your hard
fought for
residual fortune
anything
over a dollar
falls into this category
according to eye penny
government collectors
is
apportioned
as
you wished
you heard
me right
some
portion
see
there’s
the federal
and
state
grave robbers
to contend with
and
relatives
that
only
know
your name
from
the obit
who arise
like
the second coming
once
they know
you”re
truly dead
and
may
have
something
they want
there will be
of course
the usual fees
for
your burial
a penalty
no doubt
for dying
since
i’m fairly certain
that
the heavenly host
and/or
their counter-revolutionaries
aren’t
charging
a surcharge
for
ascension
or
descension

in support of the new president…

the brown bag prophet
was mulling over
several
impeachment flyers
rapidly populating
public bulletin boards
when he
said
to me
there’s
too much
criticism
of the new president
don’t these people know
the new president
believes in
bank of america
in fact
he’s using
america
as
his
bank

just a closer walk…

the marks
on his soul
did not show
nor
was he aware
how deeply
they cut into his being
his
responses
to everyday events
were
normal behavior
at least
that’s what he
believed
for so many years
until
death
began to walk
beside him
whispering
small details
he had not observed
nor
the cage
within
which
he had been placed
death
said
your belief
has blinded you
and
encouraged you
to be
a brave little soldier
independent
solving problems
on your own
but
did you not
notice
how all of nature
is connected
how
all things
are
dependent
upon one another
but
an independent beast
once
separated
from
the pack
becomes
the easiest
of
all prey
to devour
for
it’s weakest
when
its pride
convinces it
to
stand alone
come
walk with me
for
a short while
and
see the unseen

 

transubstantiation…

the words
of
the poet
become
more
than
vague
mental images
they
are
laughter
clearly heard
resonating
against
the walls
of life’s prison
they
are also
a lover’s touch
a salty tear
shed
with death’s
arrival
or
flesh
burning with passion
or
the scent
of fear
on a dark night
the smell
of
decaying bodies
on
the battlefield
or
children
crying
in the corner
of
an empty room
the flow
of
warm blood
from
a wrist
opened
to let
the evil out
lines
of words
and
carefully counted
syllables
rhymed
and
unrhymed
like
life