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On Smelling (I don’t SMELL…)

God forbid you leave the house

or talk to a pretty girl

smelling like a human being

and not what the Dove corporation says you should smell like;

That would be a disaster.

That pretty girl would scrunch up her pretty nose

and say

pee-

YOU!

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for the love of garbage (sighs in the dark)

why is it That I can love so much,

and yet, when it comes to loving a person,

I can’t get it out right?

I love plastic bags

and the George Washington bridge,

I love seagulls and polluted rivers

and crabbing on the side of the AC expressway,

but there’s some dumb part of me,

installed into my hard drive by a lifetime of programming

and generations of societal norms

That prevents me from saying

I love you

to another human being,

another creature of the same tortured species;

why are we made this way?

needless to say,

maybe someday

I’ll turn into a butterfly

and flutter away

and even though I like to think

that I’m fine by myself,

humans are complexly social animals

with a genetic desire for connectedness and dependency,

the way things are now

I get kind of lonely.


Caught in the enemy’s Earn-Spend Continuum

if we made up money to strengthen order,

then why does it make chaos?

hold up,

what the fuck is going on here

I’m crying and my heart is in knots

and my cousin got shot

for this shit.

somebody give me an answer quick

before I do some Tyler Durden shit

 


POW

The solider knelt,

knees in the dirt,

tired of the hurt.

For months they held him

P.O.W.

Only for an end

like this.

 

The smooth cold circle on his neck.

His captors said he was an example

for those who might think of freedom

Now just knees in the dirt.

Different from the dirt

on the farm back home.

This dirt yielded no crops

It only held the dead from rising up.

 

A purple flower blossomed.

Just below his eye

It bloomed, wilted and ran,

down his cheek.

He looked down

as if to examine a spot on his collar,

just before he leaned forward and kissed

the dirt in front of him.


so it goes

When you died,

why didn’t the world stop?

why weren’t the flags at half mast,

why weren’t there news crews

and streets clogged with throngs of mourners?

this isn’t what it’s supposed to be like

when a Hero dies,

there are supposed to be teams

of investigators trying to find out why

and maybe the mayor of New York,

the governor

Somebody

When the ambulance drove away with you though,

what was the driver thinking about?

His girlfriend or his mortgage?

why didn’t the crickets stop singing,

why weren’t bells tolling

and global ceasefires called?

Doesn’t anybody know

that the most important person in all existence

just ceased to exist?

what do I do now

I’m alone and I’m so scared

how can I go on

and does anybody care


God Bless I Guess

Great!

A 21st century Caliphate

Sponsored by terror,

and fueled by hate

I guess is what you get

when you fuck with a state

for multiple decades

and make it too late

to get out…

So let’s send more young boys and girls

and dress them up like soldiers,

make them fight in all our wars

before they get much older

get some home inside a box,

and the rest just damaged forever

Say wow did they fight bravely

(got his head severed

by a bomb

in some simple diffusion error,

or blown up along the roadside

by some teenaged jihad aggressor)

All the same, let’s take a nice breath

of agent orange,

straighten our boots

and see some foreign

Lands;

Colonel Gaddafi, al-Assad

and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

certainly did their best,

Now the commander-in-chief

and his war-hound beasts

with their bloodthirsty greed will do the rest!

After Every Spring

and the dog-days of summer

Comes a long hard winter,

and it just gets tougher.


You’re not in CHINA, you’re in JERSEY! Get a Jaab

I’m a student of the school

of suburban white-boy Buddhists,

just another incense-burning

prayer-flag floating

yoga posing

middle class-act who reads books on Eastern philosophy,

who wants to be something more than me

who uses internet search engines

to find out more about these cool ideas

that help me find myself;

I don’t even check my iphone

if it rings during my meditation!

I drink only imported teas,

this is real dedication.

I wish I didn’t have all this money

and this burdensome privilege,

I don’t think it’s very funny

that I’m stuck with this image,

Boy I wish I could leave it all,

this hate and this world and it’s hurt

and go live on some Tibetan plateau

in a totally rad little yurt


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