Sunday, December 2, 2018

a white anti-anthem


(two cord anthem with
one more for the refrain,
capitalization in first three
stanzas as a clue to the
melody or its lack)

I’m WHItey CRAcker
My DADdy had a KNACK
Killed off the RED man
And chained up all the BLACK

My kid’s an ANgel
LEADer of the PACK
We CALL him MessIAH
Sneaking out the BACK

I’m WHITey cracker
Got NOTHing but a SACK
Fillin’ it with WHAT I find
Ain’t givin’ nothin’ BACK

Whatever I see, it belongs to me
Whatever I do, I’ll be doing to you
Wherever I go, I’ll be laying it low
                I’m whitey cracker on the move

I’m whitey cracker
I’m a nation-hijacker
Hang your daddy on a nail
Lock your brother in my jail

Put your mama in my kitchen
And your sister in my bed
I’m whitey cracker
And it’s all in my head

I’m the man of the house
Mighty mouse in a hole
I am king of my castle
Got a drawbridge soul

I’m a lionized zero
A weepy-eyed hero
Selling my goo-goo gaga
To keep it all a go-go

I’m whitey cracker
I got nothing but a sack
Filling it with what I find
Ain’t given nothing back

Whatever I see, it belongs to me
Whatever I do, I’ll be doing to you
Wherever I go, I’ll be laying it low
I’m whitey cracker on the move
I’m whitey cracker
Ain’t givin nothing back
I got all kinds of things
Like my US liberty

As long as it means
I’m the one who’s free
I’m whitey cracker
And I control the space

Ain’t nobody better
In the human race
I’m whitey cracker
Smokin’ in the teepee

To get the bigger piece
And talking sweetly
Winning was a breeze
All them on their knees

I’m whitey cracker
Imperial lord
High on my horsey
With my daddy’s sword

Whatever I see, it belongs to me
Whatever I do,  I’ll be doing to you
Wherever I go,  I’ll be laying it low
I’m whitey cracker on the go

I’m just a missile-boy
Prince of the cheapshot
Hunting down darkies
With my snipereye robot

I’m whitey cracker
Slacker and a whacker
And the money don’t flow
Unless I let it go

I’m whitey the best
Whitey the fine
Whitey master
And the planet is mine

If you ain’t white
And on your knees
Don’t start crying
If I don’t say please

When I steal your shit
And your bitches too
And kill your kids
With smackshot flu

I’ll put you to work
In my factories of pain
Feed you the crumbs
Feed you the blame

For losing the game
For losing the game
I’m whitey cracker
Whip-snappin’ hacker

Got to beat you down
Just to hold my ground
And keep the goodies
Your granddaddy gave

I’m whitey cracker
A builder and a sacker
I do while you think
So my kind don’t shrink

I’m whitey cracker
Afraid of going down
When a new sun rises
Above the old town

And all my daddy’s sins
Come collect their rent
I’m whitey cracker
And it’s all been spent

Friday, November 2, 2018


if the body’s a temple
with stained-glass

eyes and the sun lights
a story to help the body

die then what do I care
of flying buttresses

of the steeple’s needle
at the top of the spiral

stair what does it matter
what is there if what isn’t

is what was always where
you should have been

Monday, October 22, 2018

Natural Politics

I have no agonies about gay marriage
or equal pay for equal work
or tax revenues or laws
going this way and that way
zigzagging with the times
I don't cry over police brutality
or surveillance machinery
looking into my deepest being
where reside millions
of cute cats acting like cats
to lift me up, a standing
ovation of the doomed
I don't obsess about corporate
scandals or violence how
much it costs to build
a new plane new tank new super-
sonic death-arrow since tens
of thousands of subsonics
await deployment
and I don't care at all
what politicians have to say
since they know
as much and less about life
as my barber or the waitress who always
smiles when she pours the coffee
their only advantage 
pristine cowardice
I don't really care for things
like that because it's pointless
unless you’re looking to do
something with your time
fighting this against that
in a ring where the fix is in
but the fight makes you
feel good for some reason
makes you feel
like you’re winning
just by losing, victory
in the loss of it all
I don’t want any of that
I prefer to sit out
back quietly amid the hazelnut
and apple trees
and wait wait wait
for the deer to arrive they come
four and five at a time
to nose around in the surplus
relax sweet dessert
lazy pawing in the grass
they know there’s no hunt in me

Monday, October 8, 2018

Involuntary Suicide Poem

even though experts say
my son will burn up
and melt like a candle

and the waters will rise 
enough to set one 
against the other

in a violent confused
survival; and even though
they say it’s impossible

to change it, impossible
to reverse it, to return 
to our clueless selves 

of senses and loves, back 
when we were children
of earth and sky; even

though life’s already gone,
i still have to write this poem
so my son has a chance

to forgive me

Wednesday, August 22, 2018


is a story

with misery
in it. Even

lose loved ones

too early.

has a pain
inside. Why

tell me

how is that
so difficult

to see?

is a story
to understand,

to stand
under, to

hold up
for all to see

as another
possible me.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Carpe Diem

Okay history,
You can shove it.
We’ve had it
with you.
fortune cookies
for one life.
If anything
you ever said made sense

we wouldn’t be trying
to save our asses
on the only planet here,
whose fate is sealed
by millions, billions, trillions

of carpe diems, your
dominion domination fantasies.

I’m sick
of that schtick.
Fills me with loathing.
I want to puke up my mother.
I want to shit out my father.
Piss grandpa and chuck grandma
In a ditch.  Makes me
want to hasten
the general demise.

Ridding the world of you
can be my carpe diem,
cain’t it?
What’s more
carpe than the diem

of unending holocausts?
Told to care for the realm,
you fucked it up,
all the time
singing about your luck
in landing the job, how
you did the best you could.

I blame God!
What an irresponsible dolt,
putting you in charge!
Let him try to imagine being
stuck to this firma,
in a monkey suit!

Nasty God!
We’ll get you back!
We’ll carpe diem this bullshit
until it’s too, you know,
to live on.
Two can play that game.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Blah Blah Eternity


I’m in hot water: lodestone
Malfunction, throbbing
Ocean on my back.

My shell’s beauty –
Hard as any – I meant
To master. Eyes,

It has none, nor ears nor nose
To call its own, all of

One should love.
Incrementally is best
Mercy says.

Lulled into dream
Does the trick.
I’ll be a hot cloud,

Pink when it’s over.
And what of the steamy wrath 
I amassed?

Engraved surrender,
Body low with words
Like gods once were.


I AM, that is,
A religion of one, a miracle
Of timing, timepiece

Piece of divine no
Genius can solve,
Hallowed be my name –   

I knelt at the figure
Of lovely man
In a gilded robe

Of earth, spread-eagled
Eyes on the jumble
Throng, on me, my song

Nailed to itself,
Flesh nailed to spirit,
Spirit by flesh,

Earth and sky
Nailed to a prayer
That repeats after me

Like a kid says over and over
“Dad, listen to me,


Delved into it
On all sides way back
Amid generations,

And it’s doom & gloom
Looks like. Screwed
If it bears fruit.

The great-great-greats
Fell in pain
On both sides

Uncles and aunts
Hardened their hearts,
Lots of wheezing.

This is a deathbed
Denial: whatever
Got done, he meant

Something else, or didn’t
Do it at all. Acquitted
Like all of us

With our alleged crimes
Amid the stars.
The bottom beckons.


Meantime, a PC-
Coffee-glut and touchdowns,
The boom boom boom

Of victory; kaon
Obituaries. Poor Pres, no
Wading in the palace

Fountain, no dipping
For lucky Lincolns
Or an FDR;

Not enough iodine
For the masses. 
His thinking

Cracks like lightning,
Conveys death
To non-believers.

Our guys and gals
Wear the white hats
To stay cool

In the unforgiving shine.
They fit perfect.
It never sets there.


Terrible things happen.
Time, space agree
It’s always terrible.

Wonderful things
Happen and everyone
Is afraid to admit it.

It’s like a marriage,
Rushing around
Forgetting things

Then remembering
What’s best to forget.
A final sweep

Of the terrain.
It ends like one too
With a falling

On the bed, arms
Wide open, big

Terrible wonder
In measure. And now,
What now?


I’d like to know who
Will run the upkeep
When the center comes

Apart, who will dispose of
The cars, trucks, trains
And who gets to live

In the toll taker’s booth?
I want to know
If paradise has litter in its gutters

If it has gutters at all.
I don’t want that old kind of paradise
With its language in ruins

Everywhere you listen.
What happens if someone else
From somewhere else

Moves in? Gives us the boot?
What if other people
Want to fly their flag above you?

I collect them, big
And small, because you never know. 
Run it up the pole in a snap.


Once upon a time....
Spic-n-span like the deck of a ship
Bow to stern; barking orders

From the bridge, the headless
Edge of a polar wind—
Once upon a so-so

Soiled by too little oxygen,
A hole closes
Each step you take

Is what drives us mad
In the humid polluted climes
Where horizons

Have no mercy, endlessly

Idea. Spotlessly –
Look at the universe
I’d like people

To keep it thus,
Evading the next
Something to cry about.


All you see was mine
Before you arrived.

You see was mine.
Now that you’re here

It belongs to no one
As if found, tripped over
On the way to mass.

Picking it up
Makes it yours, even,
Think about this, please,

Even though
It was once all mine.
Before you arrived

I was the lord of my domain.
Now I am a domain
Resisting a lord.

What a splendid time
When it was mine.
Now you. Death, you.


I didn’t invent me. I didn’t
Make life out of death
Or take anything

Or do anything
Or say anything
About anything

I didn’t ask to be sent here.
You bore me.

Have the decency
To provide
A warm thing.

Have you forgotten
Your manners?
Improved them?

Is it honor and nothing
Else, no humility,
No civility

Without reward?
I offer my foot to wash.
I offer thirst.


I go among them
As if they’d ever want me

As if they and I
One mind
One charge

As if I were not me
But posing as one
I go among them

Without options.
No stake in the outcome,
Being for

Today a song,
An arrow’s feather-brief
Flight, vibrations

Through air.
I shoot in among them
As if at a target

Moving as I do
Move when I hear
Me coming.


I’ll give you everything
If you promise love

Even if I have to war
Against those you admire
And the architecture

You love, forever
(Or else I can’t

Until death.
Just in case you get used
To me,

In case you notice
Your breath is mine,
Mine yours.

Promise me forever
No matter what happens
Or die or

Let’s just forget it.
Can you live with any of that?
Neither can I.


I’m no apple expert,
Just a fan of compromise
If the pay’s right,

If it won’t linger too long
In my conscience
And wreck

Everything else there. 
If it takes a daily on the rocks
To get on, hey, hello

Think of hot shampoo
Showers, dreams
Mined for reality’s boon

Before coming to myself
In a panic: save me! 
Please! Yes, calm

In the make-believe
I don’t know
On the street, at the table

While my wife
Ladles soup and our kid
Waves a toy


Like the flag of home.
Carnival experience,
Decide: walnut

Or plum, wound or pain.
She was uneverything,

Enough to love.
I was rich
With my poverty

Of experience.
We alchemized,
Fell victim, shining

In a conspiracy
Beyond our knowledge
Though sure enough

That love was
A dyke-hole
And a fingertip

And stardust enough
To fill
The scars.


I’m always in motion,
A wave in the air, okay,
Okay, whatever

You say is me.
I tidy up around here. 
My only

Discipline. I am
A stay-at-home warrior

With maps, parking
My least resistance
Like residual

Highs, clouds
Of skies, like leaves 
Fly in swirling,

Curling goodbyes.
Nothing’s a thing
When I crash

In apathy
On the grass no one
Bothers to cut.


Garden birds sing
Their view. I sit back
Like everything

Is just fine. A drink,
The wind
Combing the land.

The main leak
Is slowmotion,
The wall a lifetime

Below standards.
Will save us all

When my son owns it.
He’ll wink a brand
New roof, blink

The wall to right itself
Or a machine
Will do it for him.

I have faith.
History is full of faith.
That’s how we got here.

I’m keeping mine
Since it so happens
That’s all there’s likely to be.


At night in the castle
I imagine voices
Moving in the dark

Of the people
I know how to love.
I’m always alone,

Always just
About to light a smoke
Beneath the stars

Right on top of me,
A wild country thing
Screaming inside

The black trees. 
On duty like
Royalty’s henchman:

Manager of details,
Who, what, when, how
I’m the one

Atop the bomb—
Programmed to love
On a cross.


Always lately
In the alley, my mind,
Bushes that edge

Your place. I climb
The tallest tree in the yard
Singing whippoorwill

Shrill until the sun
Breaks on the hill.
I watch papa

And the youngest
Hunt for the ball
In the grass,

Her teen self
Skijumping as she trots
To find it.

In the alley
I search for love
Half-eaten in its wrapper

Or a safe place
To avoid the ones who hate
Signs they’re lost.


I go to my job
For money, to have
Something to do.

On the road
In contemplation
Behind the wheel

With the sun
Baking my forehead
Through the glass,

Tractors, trucks, compacts
With trailers pig-piled
For market, a lady

Pushing a carriage
On the dirt shoulder
Between towns,

I avoid them all
Between thoughts

Not only am I
Bringing peace to myself
But I’m driving too.


You want it
And don’t know why
And then do, and then don’t

Want it at all,
Don’t think about it.
You think rather

The answer lives
Only to die to live on
In endless thought,

In the meaty deep
Lungs where loose
Ends arrive,

In polyps of yesterday,
Branches of hope. 

Lately it makes sense
In the rain
Because you can see

From a god’s POV
The dandelions nodding yes,
Yes, agreeing to disagree.


Nothing but juice—
I have it figured. Remember
How I once imagined

You? And I’d be nothing
Without you. Nothing
Without us, without me

And others.
Remember the tricks we played,
How I knew where it hurt

And went there
To help kindness take root.
That was real.

But you can’t recall
The reasons or the point
You wished to make

About living that way,
Losing your sight
In the glare, what died

Mounted to debt.
I bank I church I fill
My account with hymns.


Hard knowing.
I say a word
And the chestnut

Drops a pincushion
On my head. The birds

Past us.
I can’t writhe myself
Out of it. Hard

Being here. Being
There for you,
Too. (Can I borrow

A few dollars?)
Maybe it’s a breeze
Where you are.

At least in the beginning
Before here and there
Facing each other

Look like leaving
And returning from now
On together as one.