TWO POEMS

JIM TOLD ME

Jim told me
to turn out the light
when the music is over

he told me directly:
he was very clear on this

meanwhile a CIA assassin
is heading up the Mekong
tasked with liquidating Brando

everybody channeling
Joseph Conrad or Aldous Huxley

this dream of forever Empire
what a dark music
it would seem to play
   discordant song it
so
   beautifully sings

same theme
  in its every repertoire

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S’TRUE

in the zero savings villages
(like this one
    where you see me now)

transformers pop like
rip-off globes

but you have a story
for me about multipolarity

and Empire gone
full bore infernal
can
   see  no wrong
where genocide aligns
with interest

but then its bombs
turned boomerang, return
to
   sender

dressed in a bow and
box of tricks
to repay
with generous interest

which all is just crazy
ridiculous
           gospel
true

s’true, bru
and so befok

likely (with
      the death of sanity)
to strip
   your mind

so let me just call
what I have a pack of lies

not suffer
       your comfort to
collapse like a house of cards into

final
  irredeemable
           consternation

logic of Empire so
native to us all

    
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