what trickster said

all law springs from lawlessness
all order springs from discontent

it's a double hook
and there's a policeman in my head

paid from the rich man's pocket
to keep the poor man's politics

from spilling over the dam

practising anarchist

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it just takes practice

says i

a fella says to me he says

when you make statements
it's like you're tossing balls up in the air
hoping someone will catch one

yes i says says i
except it's more like throwing knives

After K. C.

in truth we said nothing
so in lies we said it all

what else are you going to tell people?
that utopianism is the belief

things can stay the same forever?
that lacking the will isn't the same

as needing a rationale?
that resistance in the meantime

is justified? no.
you tell them everything's fine

just keep shopping

Lock

ubiquitous
but unseen
unless you're kept in or out

so mundane it's something you can't pick

such a simple expression of how we live

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the things we keep
and the things we give
.
.
.

Forget

(triolet on the UN General Assembly 66th Session, September 23, 2011)

Not yet

Sunrise

Sunset

Not yet

Forget

The lies

Not yet

Sunrise



(theme of the 66th session: "The role of mediation in the settlement of disputes by peaceful means.")

R (right as rain)

They say it's natural --
it falls from the sky,
ricochets from the street,
like a storm shouting
hail back to heaven.

They say the gods care
for lions laying in wait
and sacrificial lambs
when lead tears the air
open like Velcro.

Then they say
stone has a right
to be a mountain
and a blade of grass
has a right to rain.

Image: Los fusilamientos del tres de mayo
by Francisco Goya, retrieved from Wikimedia Commons

This poem is the second of a loosely connected series. For the first, see Satched.

Satched

It is spring or
it was spring or
spring sprang summer

It makes little difference
what the almanac says
when everything's satched

soaking wet streets
flowing full as a flood
in R-D-F

And if you're not up
on the T-L-A (three
letter acronym)

then chances are
in your country
spring hasn't sprung

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Poetic Inquiry

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

(from "The Waking", T. Roethke)

S                        A
a room with more exits than entrances
                      a river painted plaid
                                           the sheets rustle

L                        W
I see through feline eyes
           a marble oscillating
                        a yellow yolk
                                peeking through the curtains
E                        A
a bumblebee finds pollen in a flower
                 the whir of the bean grinder
                                 the alarm buzzing in my ear

E                        K
my cat coat keeps me warm
         a cocoon against daylight
                 but still I'm losing the path back          
                                          where dreams dwell
P                        E