Fabulous

You look fabulous

A fabulous bundle of thrills

In your cashmere sweater spun in Mongolian mills

Where Monsanto pesticides spring up sickening wheat

And sweating young peasants fight for water and meat

In your shoes made of hide scored from well hidden farms

And diamonds born of fear of nuclear arms

Simply fabulous 

Finish Line

My loved one
Cried a river on my body
My loved one
Laid some flowers at my feet
My loved one 
Waited hours for my breathing
My loved one
Is the one that I will meet
My loved one 
Is the leader of all races
My loved one
Changed my blood straight into wine
My loved one 
Waited hours for my breathing
My loved one
Waited at the finish line

Towers

My mind like a sky

Full of stars few of clouds

Opened out to the heavens

And flying things

All I invented

Became a boomerang

And the boom in the world

Still rumbles where I

Was beheaded 

Archer

All the world was slanting

Slanting hard for gold

Confident, diagonal,

But I have arched

Of all the things I could have done

I arched

They were targeting the sun

Made it at least up to the moon

But I found just another hole in the ground

Because I arched

My throat was parched

The night was dark

I could bear to stretch no more

Forgive me while you gravitate

Toward what is glittering and scintillating  

Another mirage to me

Who finds only craters here

Where I have arched

The Moving Mountain

I’ve been standing on the moving mountain

Trying to look out to the sea

Watching these clouds all swell up and remain

Watching them gather round me

I’ve been standing on the moving mountain

Gazing out at the miracle shore

So far in the distance, but this mountain keeps moving

Along with all that I’ve ever fought for

            One day I’ll go down in the valley

            I’ll find people who pray just like me

            But I’m here all alone at the top of the mountain

            There is no other place I can be

I’ve been standing on the moving mountain

Watching kingdoms and governments fall

Waiting for someone to sweep me from sadness

While keeping an eye on it all

            One day I’ll go down in the valley

            I’ll find people who pray just like me

            But I’m here all alone at the top of the mountain

            There is no other place I can be

Shoot

The shooting at the school is now a package

Wreaths, memorials, and captions

24-hour entertainment, reality TV

Oscar in waiting

Just in time for Christmas

With talking anchormen

The gun or TV industry

Which is sicker

I cannot decide

Do You Follow

I follow my eyes

And my eyes lead me nowhere

A vast expanse of gray and disease

I have seen hundreds or thousands of these

Like clouds always moving without soul, without cause

Alighting wherever they please

I long for the softness of something still and not aimless

Something holding what I have released

It comes in the shadows, it flees between breaths,

Between whispers of rivers and leaves