WHEN NC GOES MISSING

WHEN NC GOES MISSING

when Noam Chomsky goes
missing in M. I. T. they will
all say
  end of an era
I will say
  end of a planet

and
  we will both
essentially
be correct

though my
feelings on the matter
might be difficult to
express
      might struggle with
all sorts of
gatekeepers
    internal and external

battle to find both
the voice and platform
in which and from which
      to express this

eternal battle: beyond good and evil
(as Uber-Fred put it)
fight to
      the death and
beyond death

between
    the politics of print
and
  creativity of grammar

Oh we all await
our day of reckoning
but how we
    characterize them
so fundamentally
different

no rapture for me please, nor
May Day square tankfest

but to see you
    on the podium confirms
grace
  of intelligence
intelligence of grace

so much silver hair there
and beard

who now has the audacity
to argue the toss
            for supremacy
of golden?

DOOR

DOOR

there
is a gate
between
us

one of us
cannot, dare
not enter

the other
has the power

there is a
gate
   between us

exactly as, and
totally different from,
how it looks

gate eternal, gate temporary
provisionsal
               and stop-gap barrier

contrary to what
you have told eveybody,
have told me

there is a gate between
                                    us
nothing
        like a door

POLITY

POLITY

let me speak
on behalf of all small
creatures

myself having
been  small creature
who survived extincion event

millions of years ago
having grown to the
power that laughs at
they who could not stay
the great lizards

the thunderous power
ever
    expanding power
to destroy this planet
in a moment
on
    a whim
with a single breath

let me speak for the worm
and the millioede, the gnat
and yes, the butterfly

let me speak
      their polity

   their dream of survival,
of creature prosperity

on their behalf
become foreceful, get rhetorical
make a clear case for them

so much
    we owe them in that

should
    not overlook

          in their smallness
   humilitu

let me speak
      for these creatures, lesr
no one speak for them

RED FLAG

RED FLAG

Oh its a red flag
to the see the flag

of humanity burned
without necessarily first
being
    dragged in the mud

why so? Why
should we give a shit
about
  humanity and its flag
at all
      at all?

this the suffering needed
to preserve the sacred order

whose
      flag (blood-
               soaked)

       of Heaven

must triumph over all.

AS IT SO HAPPENS

AS IT SO HAPPENS

as it so happens
the Church and State
are both
outraged

the Sun and Moon
have begun to
tango begun
to samba

and some devil drunk
on tequila
is in the vestry
demanding communion
damanding absolution

quoting from a mash-up
of Neruda’s sublime Cantos
and visionary
holy books

and all are aghast
having booked their places
these
sons and daughters

not a tatter between them
no missing thread

and thus
in assued completeness
remain well aware

that devil on tequila becomes
devil in tequila becomes
democratic
host of devils that
bring decorum down

become god of thd people
hacked to pieces and
resurrected
become
the bones
of the philosophers doomed

until the end
of argument
to host
perpetual return

NARC

NARC

beautiful planet

so we
can expect narcissism
everybody
     overdosing on blue

smoking thick cloud

but now
        like a battered football
a bit sore
  about its looks

sad for the planet
        sure it is has its own
ideal of
    something to which
                 it once

so
   tragically aspired