Tuesday, January 23, 2018

THE TEETH OF TIME

The Past is toothless.  It gums the great silence and nothing changes.  The past opened wide is a black hole, sucking everything in, letting nothing out, but belching hot air.

The Present has a fine set of choppers.  It bites, and gnaws, and chews.  Every moment grist for the mill of now.  Crack a tooth on a hard truth, spit it out, it will grow back.  Teeth crack, truth soldiers on.  The mouth of now, its perpetual cud, the ever masticating cow.

The Future has fangs that puncture heads and pop brains from skulls.  The fangs of the future drag along the surface raking up wishes, dreams, hopes, and desires, and imprisons all such things in eternity's maw.


(thank you, Sam Shepherd)

Saturday, January 20, 2018

THREE VIRGINS #2


VIRGIN DOLOROSA SENTAOA

In this painting
the Virgin
dressed in purple
and
robed
in darkest blue

sits

left arm extended
hand open
right hand
at her heart.

Seven
deeply thrust
swords
fan across
her
back and shoulders.

Her
heart
has been

p
i
e
r
c
e
d

by a

s
t
i
l
e
t
t
o
.

Her head
is tilted up
and to the right.

Her gaze -
heavenward.

A
golden
aura

r
i
s
e
s

into the night.

She does not bleed.

(Marginalia:  a crown of thorns with 13 spikes, three iron nails.)

Thursday, January 18, 2018

THREE VIRGINS


THREE VIRGINS

#1.  Untitled
In the painting
the Virgin
supported by cherubs
floats
above
the
severed
hands feet
&
thorn-wrapped
heart
of
her son.

Robed in black
hands folded
her
heart
has been
pierced
by
a
thin
blade.

She looks
to the right
and down
her gaze is soft.

The only blood - her son's.


Marginalia:  An empty cross draped with Veronica's veil, a ladder, a staff topped with a balled up, blood smeared cloth, a crowing rooster.



Wednesday, December 27, 2017

ROMANCE IN MEXICO

The first time I died

We all smoked cigarettes from a pack of Luckies I rolled out of the short sleeves of my James Dean dreams

She had all the knives in a chef's kit tattooed across her arms and shoulders

My heart, my heart of wild delight plumed  and comet-crossed the night.


Guanajuato, Mexico
December 2017

Thursday, December 21, 2017

#9



THE YEAR OF TRUMP #9:  THE SPOILS 

Finally

the
rich
richer

That's 
me & you
my children 

Me & You 
&
ME
&
me
&
say it again
'cause it feels so good 

ME

and
the
poor
the fucking poor
oh
fuck the poor

the deserving poor

poor and they deserve it

POORER

winningwinningwinning

THIS
is
a
well-done
piece
of 
meat

pass
the
ketchup
.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

The Gift

RECOGNITION
is 
the 
gift 

*

The
Divine 
lives 
in
your 
imagination 

**

Things 
are 
&
they 
are not
infused
w/
anything
but
what 
you 
bring
to
them

***

Rejoice!

Monday, November 28, 2016

UNDER THE GUN



Under the gun…everybody’s under the gun…presidents…rock stars…diplomats…nuns…everybody’s under the gun…Philippines…Mexico…Texas…Ohio…parking-lots…playgrounds…everybody’s under the gun

One day you may feel the fear anytime you hear a helicopter – helicopter – helicopter – helicopter – over your head…RUN…you’ll be under the gun

Europe is under the gun… Rio is under the gun…Western Sahara…Chad and Ethiopia…Uganda is under the gun.

Housewives…superstars…right wing death squads…boss on the job…everybody’s under the gun

Take a trip to the East the belly of the beast Iraq Iran dead babies in the sand…Turkey…Syria…Lebanon…Afghanistan…everybody’s under the gun

One day you may feel the terror of looking down the barrel of a semi-automatic bought at a gun show sponsored by a city…FREEZE…

CafĂ© Racer…Cascade Mall…Jewish Federation…everybody’s under the gun

Chicago…L.A…even little Santa Fe

Some day you may feel the terror of red lights…blue lights…sirens in the distance…HANDS UP…

Under the gun…everybody’s under the gun.



LITANY



The little violence
            grows

The murmur of violence
            grows

The unheeded violence
            grows

The common violence
            close to surface
            easily rendered

The everyday violence of language and gesture

The sharp words of friends, total strangers, or lovers
            out in a flash
            gone in a flash
            take lives of their own
            find strength with their own

The everyday violence
            grows

The little violence
            grows

Feeding on apathy
            dull consent

As etiquette, training, straight jackets
            break

And the violence grows

And the darkness grows

And we cry in our sleep
            scream in our dreams
            of violence

And look for a Jesus
            violence

Or look for a Ghandi
            violence

Or look for a King
            violence

Or look to ourselves
            and cry out a prayer
            beg for a light

To lead us through

            this darkness

            this violence.


HAVE MERCY ON US

I think it
a sin
to ask
anything

but

in the language
of prayer

Dearly Departed

I
humbly beseech you

Saints and Sinners

Pray for Us

we are barbarians and fools

ora pro nobis
dona nobis pacem
miserere nobis
dimitte mihi peccata mea

Amen

(102 unarmed black victims of police shootings - 13 officers have been charged with crimes, 6 for one murder - the crimes have ranged from misdemeanors to murder.)



(photo credits - cartoon "Under the Gun"  www.cartoonmovement.com; "Litany"  businessinsider.com)