can we survive more poppies?
accept them?
entwined with barbed wire
with the death of millions
afghanistan
to flanders field
to antietam zululand jerusalem
afghanistan over and over
china rome everywhere
to prehistory
human kind proves its insanity
expecting
something different?

remember?
“all we are saying is give peace a chance”

can we survive more poppies?
accept them?
entwined with barbed wire
with the death of millions
afghanistan
to flanders field
to antietam zululand jerusalem
afghanistan over and over
china rome everywhere
to prehistory
human kind proves its insanity
expecting
something different?

remember?
“all we are saying is give peace a chance”

#405. autumn terrace report

October 13, 2010

fragment of summer
night stars
over
manhattan
a brief piece of peace

the free joy cries of children
and the barking answers of dogs
with the scent of street vendor barbecue
tickling my nose i lean back and close my eyes
as you reach over and playfully gently tug my beard

#295. homestretch

June 16, 2010

rest approaches
release and peace
the hudson sighs
the birds fly over
i finish my walk
as the first drops
scatter the crowd

#104. America

December 7, 2009

America

I
America,
you have Picked
your fruit
and it has
changed.

II
America,
a disclaimer
an Admission
of guilt.

III
America,
the crowd Screams
electric
chairs.

IV
America,
wheel of Fortune
gunships
and tanks.

V
America,
a nuclear family
Nuclear
visitation.

VI
America,
a desert Dream
vipers
and peyotl.

VII
America,
taunting and chasing
daily
Sickbed tasks.

VIII
America,
a Victim
of all those dead
buffalo.

IX
America,
a gasping
grasping
Homecoming.

X
America,
a Tombstone
like
a live hand.

can we survive more poppies?
accept them?
entwined with barbed wire
with the death of millions
afghanistan
to flanders field
to antietam zululand jerusalem
afghanistan over and over
china rome everywhere
to prehistory
human kind proves its insanity
expecting
something different?

remember?
“all we are saying is give peace a chance”

#35. Derelict In Oz

October 1, 2009

In the past lies nothing
but everything.
All time makes the love
butterflies
flirt with the tree
in order to escape the net.
Riding the crest of lies
the choice is made.
The Axeman
who I’ve been
chopping chopping
whole groves of love
whole trees of trust.
Now to lay down that axe.
Now to explore open hands
open mind
to touch.
Joy at grief.
Peace at happiness.
Putting down the axe
open-handed to open the door
day to day.

#32. This is

September 27, 2009

This is

the us which is,
which lives.

Our lives
now shout with surprise.

We are surprised
only to find peace.

And yet peace
it tosses us

a tempest, you, us
I and the form

which is a new form
and is a delight.

Let the years delight
and Begin!

#29. More Ghosts of New York

September 25, 2009

The first ones
Jostling in the pushcart streets
For their american unborns.
Measuring the nations
Patterning their dresses.
Remembering the pale
Their own ghosts
Walking hundreds of miles
To get home from war.
To make their children in peace
A moment before the creation of more ghosts.

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