he’s a nice old man
but we call him dirt
because we’re tired
and hate him
our invaded space
is breathing fire
never back
this one animal
into a corner
he will feast
on you on impulse
no regrets
all the things
I like about
this world
get auctioned off
to the highest
online bidder
who asked
for this poem
was it you?
was it, was it?
I wanted to
grind up on this
curb after I
watched the movie
but it wasn’t waxed
I locked up
instantly and flew
landed on my
shoulder
I have to wake up
early sometimes
to get a
look at it
in the dark
have to explain
myself
which is fine
need to know
if I
really can
need to show it
or I’m
taking up
space, as they say
-not proud to be an american
it boils down to
yeah, after everything
how could I be?
well, they say
-what about other countries?
nothing I say,
others have
nothing at all
they have nothing
and they have nothing to
do with it
I’m here and
don’t like it
I’m not waving
anybody’s flag
especially not the gov’t’s
am’s wanna play victims
and survivors and the
cowboys that kill the indians
don’t forget triumph
over Hawaiians
innocents
yet terrorize even themselves
and everyone else
capitalistic takes
all it can get
and will come back
for the rest later
I’m peaceful
quiet communistic in the
middle of the 1950s
roof made of cardboard
until I can
afford more
I try
my damndest
she doesn’t want
to hear it
like this
lesbian doesn’t
wanna hear her
girlfriend talk
about getting
married to a man
someday and have kids
from here to the back door
how’s the garden
don’t disturb the
bubble even after it pops
more happiness
from the body
upset sitting
here like I
am going sliced up
into pieces down
a factory belt
slide onto trucks
shipped off
you have me
to the
last penny
a poetry slam
is self mutilation
in true form
anti outlet
pearls
cast
to swine
peace you say
in pieces
you see the
peace sign
I see a wish bone
you a see a cell phone
I watch this movie
you get a dial tone
I wanna carve this
40 dollar book
out of the side
of my hip
divide it
into a million
and feed the planet
so I’ll have the time
to read it
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