Saturday, February 11, 2017

forty one degrees outside

The Thaw

The snow out front is melting.

How many curse words

are buried in those mountains

of shoveled snow?

Just waiting waiting to be released

in the thaw to offend the passer by.



CH 17

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Nothing is True , or Alternative Facts







Guerrilla dissidence .

In an age when

speaking the truth

is called a lie

and speaking a lie

is called the truth

we need poets ,

we need writers

and we need painters

to tell the stories

every one else is afraid to tell.

Howl from the roof tops ,

agitate in the bar ,

scribble on the napkins

in the coffee house .


Spread the images on your canvas . 

Do not be silent .

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

No Gin in Siberia

No Gin in Siberia

There is no Gin in Siberia

and in the Camps on the

Mexican border you

will be lucky to get Mezcal.

Maybe  your tent will have a

toad that you can lick its sweat

for its LSD like euphoria.


After working all day on the wall .

but you will share that toad

with Rebels and poets.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Modern horror Story

Modern horror Story

The Clock struck 12
and then
the tweets began

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Censorship

Missing Fingers 
the Yakuza Papers 
Kanji in blood

glad the Christmas spirt has fled

Christmas Spirit
Plastic Santa blows
down the street,
Jacked up truck
swerves to hit it
Plastic shards skitter
across the snow.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Post Truth

Post Truth Crossing



We were at

the railroad crossing


when she told me

she was not my mother.


And before I could

respond

The 4:25 blew through


loaded with  deportees.