a google bunnies

a google bunnies
running across the street
in the wake of a hemi-semi-minivan
don't tell me rabbits don't come
in googles
I saw 'em
one after another after another
so quick, so soft
front of foot to pad of paw
pad to pad
in the darkening
and the danger
of the fading daylight

Bernie and the Road to Sheol

The migrants and refugees
The sweat shop children and sex trade millions
The poor, underpaid, over-stressed and oppressed
The hungry, starving, homeless, hopeless
All hold hands in this afterlife antechamber
Awaiting his election
To kiss away the mess
Of our solutions and pretensions
But the Grand Luminescence
Depends on this reflection --
The road to Sheol was paved
With un-consummated intentions

I can't lift a finger

socks and jeans
warm from the laundry
I can't lift a finger
to put them away

twelve o'clock hits
sleep is a lazy toad
too tired or despairing
to hop into bed

I am a product
of an incendiary union
collage artist and high school girl

the birth was a superb bait and switch
I never found the mother I wanted
in adoption, I wanted the mother I got

I was in the suburbs then
when that meant
exclusive, shielded, gated
with no gates
only dreams of Avalon on a hill
white, white birds swooning
circling inward
to the dead-end
of a short, suicide spiral

response to web photo of whales on beach

beached and bleeding out their spouts
stomachs full of plastic -- our waste
our inconvenience

I want to get rid of it
get rid of this image,
but I find I cannot

only embracing the blood
and the suffering
-- enormous creatures
slowly losing breath, ingesting
cut glass of terror --
can relieve the suffering

because it was this
"get-rid-of" mind
that murdered them
in the first place

all it takes

liking what is not
likeable
feeling
the feelings
freeing the bird
with its wings
so embroiled
in the threads
of its own personal strivings
all it takes
is one surrender --
inward,
out
the whole world
in that instant
liberated

early onset #2

caring enough to hide my uncaring
I forgot what you were saying
a moment ago
in tears and at the precise
point of boiling
I'd ask you to
repeat it again
but I'll do the gracious thing
and just embrace you

two attempts at rap fragments

a deeper hole in the pit of the gut
dousing fire with gasoline
an elephant in rut

the counter to the iron fist is not chaos
it's Love
and Yin in extreme is not motherliness
it's an empty glove

step to one side far enough
and you're in the lake
you've traveled the world backwards
to land in the pit the fascists made

balance, giving
openness, forgiving
easing the tension
electric engine
windmill peace
birds fly, words fly
by way of intention
quiet, raging discretion

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vast public meltdowns
Armageddon countdowns
what have we lostfound
in our daily manic rebounds

contradicting points of view
the patriarch anointed you
your doubting, hedging hungry self
a gutter dog’s unanswered yelp