poem is
special
forces
is soldier in the war
against being
dumbed down
will
teach you
how to fight
feed you ammunition
one, two, three
programs on TV
crafted supremely and carefully
to dumb
us all down
enough there for more than
the odd pot shot
need some serious serious
poetry
great poetic guns
with heavy
metaphoric artillery
your intellectual life
here
in my hands
GO FIGURE!
was in Heaven enjoying the brand name
slurping bubbling carbonated cola
through a golden straw
thinking of all
the people in my life
whose names I no longer remember
(don’t feel bad, or alone:
I no longer remember my own)
did they make the cut?
hey who the hell knows?
it’s all
immaterial
but life
lounging by the soda fountain
is not so cool — albeit eternal
when
stripped of all its chemicals
devoid of its additives
seems whoever is in
charge of censorship here
is letting me
express some alternative ideas
a bit of a blow to those
it must be
sacrificed themselves
for
Holy conformity, divine
regimentation
go
figure!
LOUVRE
the Russian
poets
are all
at war
shooting the Ukranian
artists flinging grenades
from opposite
side of
the battlefield
producing the kind of
Surrealist landscape
will
alter history
forever
best splattered onto a canvass
and hung
in the Louvre
EXCHANGE
paradox of choice
constant of change
let’s just surrender to
life, the flow, the poem
forget writers and
readers
who is where
who is what
where to find our story
the narrative that spreaks us
captures us totally
in its
open-
ended box
EXCHANGE
EXCHANGE
I have no
exchange value
you would not get
a sous for me
on the open market
not worth the speculation
and so I hold my breath
will hold it so until
it all
just
burst
till I just
burst
my extinction
good for rarity
poems 2 die for