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NO FEAR

NO FEAR

no poetry
when we are
all asphyxiating
you
can’t breathe

feeling throttled
windpipe squeezed
imaginary hands around
your neck
at your throat

making sure
not a dissident squeak

don”t worry
it’s just censorship
here to protect you
for the security of everybody

only good words
correct metaphors
nothing more
to
ever fear

the very concept
of foreboding
has been

put on hold for eternity

BECAUSE

BECAUSE

“if we don’t have
free speech we
have nothing”
    Glenn Greenwald

because
a shard hit you

standing in the wrong
place at the
wrong time

you want to stop
conflict, you want
to stop history
you imsist
on bringing to
a close
truly meaningful time

and you wheel out
your experts on
human pain and
sensitivity
to give us a
sickly-sweet
addictive narrative

which
   will kill
the idea

bring to a close
all forward trajectory
breaking the stranglehold
of elites
   and rebirth of humankind

TRUNK CALL

TRUNK CALL

there we have
the fight to eclipse
Frazier-Ali,
to make Tyson-Holyfield
look like
a walk in the park

there we have it
in a nutshell

in a
bombshell

in the light trunks,
fighting out of
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
first amendment freedom
of expression

in the dark trunks, fighting
out of Death Valley, California
everything
that is going to make us
foaming at the mouth
great again
restore
   global supremacy whatever
the human cost

may
    the
best fighter beat the daylights
out of the dirtiest

A PLEASURE

A PLEASURE

I would
say

it is a
real pleasure being in your life

but it is a

surreal pleasure

a Dali painting
a Picasso sculpture
a poem by Breton, Aragon,
Apollinaire, Rimbaud or
Neruda

a film
by Luis Bunuel
or Guillermo del Toro

in which
we are stuck together
cannot leave
until we sexually discover
the key

or sacrifice ourselves individually
in order to re-inherit
our subterranean
magical
Kingdom, Queendom

a surreal pleasure
grinning like a Cheshire Cat
whenever it
promises to reappear