
Survival Skills
There are
19 of us
lost in
the outback
with
plastic bags
full of
Hershey bars
an electric
can opener
& a
map of
Seattle.
Time to
test our
survival skills.

There are
19 of us
lost in
the outback
with
plastic bags
full of
Hershey bars
an electric
can opener
& a
map of
Seattle.
Time to
test our
survival skills.
Filed under poems & short jabs

He came
right out
& said it
he just
blurted it
out you’re
all crazy
he said
you’re out
of your fucking
minds &
they bunched
up on
the far
side of
the room &
glared at him.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Look beyond
the obvious
for the
answers.
Look past
the dreams
of your
forefathers
into their
monkey brain,
deeper into
the reptilian
brain,
further still
into a
thick soup
of molecules,
the birth
place of
hierarchy.
I know,
that’s obvious
to someone
who buys
his books
from Amazon
& feels
he’s got
the big
picture.
But the
big picture
is a
statistic
until you
chip off
a piece &
melt it
down on
your tongue.
That’s what
empathy is,
when your
ribs show
with another
man’s hunger,
when your
heart breaks
with the
death of
his children.
Empathy is
the only
way past
statistics.
Now you’re
ready for
action ready
to recognize
Evil ready
to give up
the ghost
your summer
place in
the Catskills
& your
ski pass.
Now you’re
ready to
send goats
to Nigeria &
throw down
your gun.
A people
whose debt
is greater
than their
gross national
product are
a people
in bondage.
We’re doing a
puppet dance
that won’t
stop til
the strings
are cut.
Filed under poems & short jabs

When I
sent out a
short jab
saying I
had enough
money saved to
get thru
the rest of
my life with a
begging bowl
& a
smile a
number of
people wrote
back that
they couldn’t
afford a
begging bowl.
I figure
they must
not have
realized that
a begging
bowl is a
state of
mind &
went
on line
where
begging bowls
sell for
anywhere from
fifty to
two thousand
dollars.
Filed under poems & short jabs

Christ wanted
to get
crucified.
Otherwise
he would have
kept his
mouth shut.
Filed under poems & short jabs

This is
the last
page in
yellow pad
number 500.
I should
celebrate.
Stick a
needle thru
my eyeball &
laugh hysterically.
Filed under poems & short jabs