a pound not hung a round not sung

ezra, ezra, ezra, ezra, ezra,
ezzra, ezzzra, ezzzz,
ezzzz, zzzzz
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SAVED BY A SENTENCE

a new- a new metaphysics -excuse me.

Love emerges when we embrace in a shared fear. When an individual, alone, shaking embraces faith in and with the outside (other) the heart opens and one is bathed in love. There is no other path to internal and eternal peace, except through an embrace of the other. One must cry before the cross, not an old cross, but a brothers current burden, outside from ours.

rationalization is survival

First; I have been perplexed for years why Bush and comrades went with a devasting, costly and foolish war in Iraq, instead of a surgical removal of Saddam. Recently, I have come to a reason that I believe is theirs. Historical lessons are such that it is a sure thing that the Gulf oil kingdoms are doomed. I know this as clear as I know that my life will end. The Bush cabal is an intimate business partner with the leaders of these soon to be historical has beens. A wrecked, hugely disabled Iraq becomes a buffer a no mans land between the Kings of sand and oil and the popular governments of elected, historical ascendant muslim states. A resurrected, democratic, well functioning modern Iraq was never the intention. Second, private capital in the hands of, private investment banks(rich really rich people), do not like balanced budgets, so a credit card war. This crucial policy allowed for a few more decades of gold sheiks and decades of debt servitude for Americans. Third, both the Bush family and the oil/gold sheiks believe in dynasty. Family, clan and dynastic wealth and its ascendency must be protected, perpetuated and enhanced. The enemy of this identity is progressive, democratic and popular 'will' based states.(coherent nations) For all of this to survive, rationalization is needed- hence the current contradictory rhetoric from leaders and their courtiers.

ooze inside

Genes configure us. Culture/experience make us. Situations confound us and genetics limit our options. So the circle is; we drink because we have a hand, a glass and a thirst. If a drink is proscribed, and we are watched, despite a hand, a glass and a thirst we do not. Science must bow to the unhitched truth of social studies. Social studies must quit the illusion that it is science.

big bucks bucker boo a nation is toast

Democracies, after a while start to look like stock companies; one share one vote, not one citizen one vote. This happens because some members have a pathological desire for shekels. Little can prevent this. Ministers in high office, guardians of the peoples interest fall into toadyism and become grubs of gold. For a time damage to the democracy is checked by the folk traditions of shunning and tar and feathering. But the bloated bags of dough, the wealthy upper class, avoid this public humiliation (and the risk of losing their bags of gold)by preaching and reaching for EMPIRE. Hence, one of history's great ironies appears. The liberal democratic state transforms into a rabid international thug,a parody of itself. The good citizens of the democratic state are kept at bay(pray)by the poetry and loot of these "just" adventures into beyond border foraging. I as poet, assure all, that this under the fence grazing ends in death: the soldier citizen's death on the bloody fields of conquest, the death of innocent foreign(alien) people on the field of robbery and rape. They arise martyred, these collateral- the wretched regrets- to shame heaven and seal the destiny of demise that awaits all empires. However, the death that oozes the longest and utters the most pathetic rattle, is the death of the body politic that chose empire. It happens at a dance, a dance preformed naked, by skeletal bodies jumping up and down, flapping their arms as if wings going round and round a silent super gun, a one of a kind, monster, without ammo. It is revered as god. Perched on top this marvel, are admirals and generals dressed in peacock cock finery. They are lead in song by pinstriped suited, black shiny oh so shinny shod, good on t.v. guys and gals. The crazed citizens of the democratic EMPIRE expire unaware of their delusions, a folk who quit the great sport of shunning and tar and feathering for the worship of killing. The few citizen pathogens now exposed in victory slither over the bones singing; I've got it all,all more and still more all! The song is ended- now Hark and Mark marc; poet of empire--- All hail! HAIL liberty fish, bilibby bissh and hibbity dish, hooray!

in progress

pluck a Poseidon plant a Trident 

three cheers for dollars from ears

 i am the composer and compositor of the American Empire

chip chip and away 

no mo shame 

its us and we rule hooray

 do or die say I

Winter tea time afternoon

I began to recite my poem about pooh. but my daughter said oh heaven no I'll leave the room
instead

a tite crystal morning light is giving way to a wash of dulling gray
a buzzz---so gentle----hums through the high ceilin room

silver plates piled high with white and brown squares, some are circles, host cucumber slices and a dull red paste. Green olives,sliced-thin as skin, caped with pimento, rest on a white paste-adorn more. All all are
propelled about the room by women dressed in black crepe. Just below the belly is a lacy, stiff, dainty white-oh so white apron tied a slight inch above the hips. Nylons rolled just below the knee.


spoon and cup
the chime-the cling clang of spoon and cup reverberate the room-the chime punctuates,modulates, insinuates the haze of chatter within the room.
this winter tea time afternoon, winter tea time afternoon
cups and saucers cups and saucers no not flyin saucers this tea time afternoon this teatime afternoon.