WHAT YOU GET

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THAT’S WHAT YOU GET

that’s what you get
when your
deadliest deadly sin
is Socialism

funky preachers on
the airwaves (beautiful
set that passes for a Temple)
box of
techno tricks for
divine ventriloquizing

letting not the
cash be suffered
to those
with the most
glaring
spiritual need

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A TIME BEFORE

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A TIME BEFORE

I wrote a poem
of a time
before poetry

era of mythical harmony
mystical completeness

perhaps in the future
machines will
read, digest, interpret
classify
my brief text

when humans
no longer read
there are no more
human readers

the Churches standing
broken and empty

these the
machines
tormented by
our projections
of demonic meaning

were ruthless and absolute
in attacking first.

COLD COMFORT

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COLD COMFORT

post-truth
post-shame
post-love

the red stuff
that made us
true to
ourselves
bleached out
of our cells

the colors run
into each other
giving each other cold
comfort
as if with infection

like the spread of
a virus

gross parody, mimicry
of love
(making
the rehearsed
moves
but
no
conviction

unless conviction is a
box to
contain

drum to
be beaten

sky to fill
with abysmal cloud

DIFFERENT

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DIFFERENT

when I said
my goodbyes
not a soul
was listening

and now you
peer through alcoholic haze
something cooking on
small circle of fire
with crackling flames

seem in your
less than circumspect state
to feel that the stars
are here
to pay their respects

a tad
too late, but
their timeframe
so very, very
very different

IN MY PISCES ELEMENT

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IN MY PISCES ELEMENT

in the supermarket
poetry kept jumping out at me

stuff in the freezers was thawing
the images kept flowing

couldn’t go with the tide
take the
line
of least resistance

and so I just had
to let that harvest disappear

follow my
set purpose not
natural inclination

creature of
air, fire,
water
(so little Earth
about me)

and so
before I knew it

there I was back home
trying to recall, recapture,
feeling caged as
I faced my
empty screen

should have, should have
peered out
the window

for then I would have seen
the street flooded, under fathoms of ocean
seeming as if
we had all now landed
at
the bottom of the sea

which is where
we in fact were, thanks to
bizarre acceleration in
the scope
of global warming

skates, rays, eels, sharks
flashing past
finding their
way
up the stairs
into the bedroom
nothing now
about our lives
ordinary or
Joe-average
but me
in my Pisces element

wondering how the press
the media would
report this phenomenon

not having the
insight to imagine this
coming to be