poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

What do you say
to someone
who is going into
an army
you don't agree
with
and anxious
about leaving 3
children behind?
What do you say
when they say
I'm not really makin' it here
and you know
that their $1097 a month
in child support is
enough to put
anyone
on the streets?
What do you say
when the concrete
business isn't a business
but a past time
quarter past
quarter till
and their recruiter is
picking them up
at half past
to wine and dine
them back into
a wax on
wax off
lifestyle.
Four brigades.
One training.
One deploying.
One ready.
One working...
and not knowing
which four you'll fall
into first
but hopefully not out
of a plane
helicopter
(train or automobile).

Monday, October 23, 2006

chicago

Said
as good as it gets
too much reality for a Friday
night
and driving through a
rainy city with punk'ed out
kids smoking
I thought
too much reality
for a poet
who
wants to get inside to
figure it all out,
but when going inside
is overwhelmed
by the outside--
where do you go?

Shut down
turn around
which corner did you
last stand on?
Selling your
fushia lipstick
to the man in the oversized
SUV down the street--

Where are quiet moments
locked
not behind
closed doors
but for all the
world
or 7 million to see--

too much reality,
any day
night.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Not the visual
communication
but the audio
is what told me about
the Amish
and the Colorado
schools
with the crazy killers
who want some
mass
media
communication
attention.
Fear doesn't drive
your
SUV
or
VW
or anyotherinitialedcar
but
the dripping of
morning coffee
and afternoon showers...
why do they want us
to think we're safer
sleeping in our own beds
fighting over there
tunneling then
fighting
on our
homeland
no security here
and our children who
they claim to protect
are not anymore
protected than they were
blank years ago.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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