What I'd Do

I want to live my life
Like time’s wings were clipped
And teeth pulled
Flying across seas tasting new spices
Atop Everest looking down on Tibet
Hang gliding bungee jumping rock climbing scuba diving
I would hold time hostage within this little box of light
Let the world feast on reality shows and pixels
While I live it communicating with the angels
But the alarm rings and I soldier on
To these lightless places
Where the days eat away at my flying carpet of hair
And the dentist drills deep into my savings

Of Apples and Oranges

The apple and orange checked into the hotel's penthouse suite
Where surely no one would dare to compare them
Their relationship, platonic at first, ended in maelstroms
Each claiming the other was riper
More prepared to be savored
By the gluttons below
Sweeter on the tongue
Tarter on the taste buds
Sleeker in the bag
Freer of pesticides
But they were carnivores anyway down there
Devouring their lunch
At the speed of fruit

Barack Obama

He is an ace that the Lord
Had up his sleeve all along
Mysterious face rising out of the ashes
The Lord mixed from thousands of wars

He is the jewel of cremation
Of innumerable soldiers and flags
The smoke of the ages billows before us
Forming a tuxedo from rags

He is a speck of the stardust
That glowed through the fires of Pompeii
By design the Lord left us to wait for this light
That reaches the millions today

NIghtmare Over

Tomorrow the long national nightmare is over. No more ridiculous, reactionary policies. No more mangled sentences. No more rigged elections. No more choking on pretzels. I find it hard to believe, but the Prince of Ineptitude, the Deacon of Disaster, will soon be gone. How I will miss the cronyism, the blank stare, the war lords, the bully diplomacy, the bravado, the machismo, the Bushisms, the Cheneyisms, the guns in your face, the bullets in your friends’ faces, the waterboarding, the eavesdropping, the Halliburton contracts, the rainbow of terror alerts, the Jack of Diamonds, the King of Spades, the Great Wall of Mexico Border, the Bush tax cuts, the Bush Blue Skies Policy, the faith-based initiative, the oh-so-compassionate conservatism. Gone, too, his merry band of madmen, the Rumsfelds, the Feiths, the Wolfowitzes, the Roves of the world!

And is it just a mirage? In his place, a transformative leader, a galvanizing speaker, an electrifying and charismatic personality who takes us back to the time when people had faith in those who govern. I thought this day would never come. No more President-Elect. PRESIDENT Obama. No more President Bush. OUTGOING Bush. The color of his skin is a distraction, a side story. This change comes not a moment too soon. Good riddance, George. Hallelujah, Barack.

My Space

Thank you for this window
Into our warped, depraving group mind
Welcome to the world of “my”
My documents, my space, my tunes, my computer, my outlook, my contacts
But is it really mine
I share it with the world

Saw this coming down
This terminal disease of myosis
My economy in shambles
My children have no chance
And this sick, illusive possession of ours
My shadow till I die
My death
My, my, my