Crucifixion in the Manger
Think what
a different
world it
would be
if they’d
ripped Jesus
out of
his cradle
& crucified
him right
there in
the manger.
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crucifixion in the manger
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the sound of silence
The Sound of Silence
I know I
say this
often but
picture this
picture human
beings without
voice boxes
picture them
without fingers
& elbows
picture them
trying to
put their
arms around
each other
picture them
playing bocce
ball cooking
over an
open fire
drinking
straight shots
of whiskey.
Picture them
giving birth
having intercourse
watching TV
picture a
stadium full
of them
when a
touchdown
is made
picture gridlock
& priests
hearing confession.
Picture the
tone deaf
& the
pugilist &
a dust
covered bullhorn
picture a
world without
whispers or
loud cries
picture the
sound of
oceans &
wind &
small birds
in a tree.
Picture dogs
barking
thru the
night &
the silence
at sunrise…
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little urchins
Little Urchins
Little urchins
scamper
around in
my head,
vying
for the
upper hand.
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last days of a window cleaner
Last Days of a Window Cleaner
Sometimes
on a
hot windy
day on
the top
rung of a
tall ladder
perched precariously
in a
swath of
juniper,
a screen in
one hand &
a squeegee in
the other,
I think:
you’ve got
to be
kidding me.
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one last binge
One Last Binge
I want to
go on
one last
binge with
William
Blake &
Edgar Allan
Poe just
to see
what happens
when the
Stater pulls
Poe over &
gives him
the drunk
driving test.
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the problem
The Problem
Address the
problem undress
the problem
ignore the
problem
grab the
problem by
the horns.
Capitalize on
the problem
spread it
like a
hot pair
of legs
multiply it
like rabbits.
The problem
is everything
pass it
on to
your children.
Consecrate it
raise it
high like
a eucharist.
There you
go now
you’re getting
the hang
of it
see how
rosy life
gets when
you renounce
all you’ve
been
programmed for?
See how
much you
can turn
loose of
without
feeling pain?
See the
new face
that
love wears?
You can
skate on
thin ice
or wax
someone’s
new car
no one
will
stop you.
You can
become famous
without raising
a finger.
You can
order sex
toys from
a catalogue
visit dead
friends in
a séance
once you
worship
the problem.
It’s the
soft marrow
in the
white bone
of denial.
Close your
eyes &
let it
rain down
upon you.
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