invasion of the body snatchers…

the brown bag prophet
was standing
outside
the public library
wearing
one of those
radiation-monitoring-badges
on
his lapel
of course
i knew
it was
a trap
but
i still
fell
for the bait
and
inquired
why
the prophet
said
well
every time
i watch the news
i
feel like
i’m watching
a film clip
from
the invasion of the body snatchers
russia and china
are
offering
to be
stewards of the environment
while
the guy
in the white house
spends more time
tweeting
than
thinking
the french
are offering
asylum
to our brightest scientists
at the same time
that
what’s his name
is cutting
the very budgets
that made us
a leader
in scientific endeavors
endeavors
that offer the hope
of
innovative jobs
for
americans
in the future
and
the list
of
national body swapping events
seems
to be growing
daily
and
people
seem
to be
ignoring it
the only plausible
explanation
is
an invasion
of
body snatchers
and
from
what i’ve seen
ignorance
has
the characteristics
of
radiation poisoning

 

united sleepy hollows…

having seen
washington’s
headless horseman
the blind bag prophet
said to me
i ain’t saying
griffin’s photo
wasn’t in bad taste
hell
i didn’t like
the monkey version
of
obama
nor
the one with
hillary
bursting
from his chest
so
anytime
one stoops
to the level
of those
talked about
one becomes
the monster
but
the fact is
political cartoons
are generally
tasteless
and
in the case
of the headless wonder
i think it was
symbolic
of
what ‘s happening
to others
in this country
and
world
as a result
of
self-centered behaviors
with
an attitude
of
let them eat cake
lots
of families
gonna die
cuz
of current policies
we
won’t see
their bloodied heads
but
they’ll
truly
be dead

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