Intrusion
If & when the blinds suddenly
unfurl, then there is the blatant intrusion of sun;
the evil it has made is dastardly,
lifegiver, lifetaker, stylish god to indians, mesopotamians,
what-not, cliffdwellers & subterraneans,
hairy stinking beasts who carried forth our genes
on watery trays of indecency
sitting all day in the sun complacently
I do not like contemplating the forest man
his spitting can
his unclad feet crushing all cantipedes,
scorpions, curling bugs that want to hide,
yet cannot via the intusion of humanity
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Isthmus
By the time my back was covered
With the black and stringy hair
I got rid of the last of my clothes;
Then I began to howl at night
Looking out over the green shallows,
Toward the Isthmus,
Where somehow I knew there dwelt others like me.
Also this is when I began to eat centipedes.
How to cross the short straight,
Get to the Isthmus?
I could swim it;
Or actually wade across.
And when I find them,
It will be time to eliminate them,
Letting my fur-covered hands crush them down.
Then, only then,
I shall be King of my world.
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With the Polar Bears
About to become extinct,
My hand hurts,
I go to the beach-
Far north of here,
In lieu of the heron and pelicans I watch,
My brethren are about to hurt
More than I:
They are about to go away,
Lost forever in the cold waters,
Into the tides where
Even today
I stand and shed my tears,
Filling up that much more
Of the sea.
Those bears are just like me:
All they want is unchanging
Everything, a niche,
A barter,
And a steady course
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Everything Hurts
My compendium of complaints
Offers no compliance
To modern medicine. These
Doctors are merely puppets for
Big Brother.
None other - I listen medical lies
Like I listen to radio ads,
Suffering, hearing them muttering
Words they're supposed to say.
And they also conspire
With the insurance industry,
To do more tests than necessary.
Strindberg wrote that necessity
Knows no rules;
But when it boils down to fools,
I give no nod to that.
I just put on my hat,
Drive off in my Jeep,
And withstand the pain
Without salve,
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The End
After he swollowed his defeat
And fell into the dread silence,
If no longer had the need to cheat,
No tower of strength and balance;
And toppled into bed
A moan tearing his belly;
There he stayed for
A bunch of blue moons,
Not looking out soon
From steamed-up windows
Of yellow and brown
-fear-
Till death was near.
Then he arose and went out,
Only to fuss and fight,
Drink a mighty bunch of beer
That he expelled,
The color of blood.
As his lingering body
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I Went Down to Cherry Blossom Lane
Going there was certainly to inspire hope
Of changing seasons, their new pleasures to cope.
But all I saw was a rock-strewn cliff
Made for suicides, hopefulness adrift.
I bent my toes over the ledge
And tears streamed down my craggy face.
What is the use of living in the rat race?
I fell upon two knees and howled lke the wind,
Which answered me, one of a kind.
When a choice is to be made,
The wise react first, then take it in.
The sullen relect in verse
And, often adverse, do nothing.
It was the time for action.
I was no poet from then on.
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I'm Not Crusoe
Could not have survived Crusoe's labors;
Am not that fit.
Without speech for years
The rescuers would push me aside:
'He'll never be back,
'Although we'll bring him in.'
An island west of South America,
A plantain in my ear;
Bed are like The Rack-
I want to sleep standing,
Preferably in a hole;
Drinking water, not bathing, because
It doesn't work like that.
Washing spreads sores, I discovered.
Later, when the buboes spread
In London,
Tormented so many people,
People true to the Empire;
Loving silent speech and wailing
Through the night.
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Ghost image
You have delivered tectonic shifts
To me-
Wirelessly;
You have gagged & bound me in this box,
Chasing me-
Runaway fox.
Your simple photograph
Set me free,
Such a commonplace simplicity.
But, oh, with you, girl,
It was different.
I could curl your hair
Between my fingers,
Although it was not there;
And that sly smile
Dangling behind your eyes
Gave glory to the dawn.
There was the aura, too,
The aura hovering about you.
I did not know any more about
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Love & Latitude
To love from afar
-Little tip-
Then to scurry and call
Your name to the sky
Through wires & machines
Across the continental
Drift,
Is like breathing
With a beaker for a helmet
-Suffocation-
And starves all the string orchestras
Playing in all the nations;
Love songs glowing in the dark
-Old-time radios gathered-
When I love what is
Not mine to love
It becomes the leak of love,
The foiled radiation
From a humming radio
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Who's There
Twisting and turning
In the viable clouds
The swirling air
Came a dark mass
Casting figures
Over the square
The figures changed
And reports mounted of various descriptions of what people think they saw:
A tree, an axe,
A black demon-rider, an old tower, a harrowing canyon, a bowl of roses.
Death himself.
The town newspaper got wind of these discrepancies
And asked for more submissions.
The most popular answer was you see your most loved one,
In demise transforming,
Returning to mother earth.
And everyone was scared
Because none was prepared.
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