Wednesday, December 23, 2020

War Truths

 Veni vidi vici

Is what the rich

Say of War

Veni pugnavi, morti

Is what the poor do there

Friday, October 30, 2020

Liddol Buwd

Hello Little Bird,
One year old, quiet
Perched on my shoulders
Watching the other birds in the trees
As I listenied to the chirping
Of your tiny heart

Liddol Buwd
You said
Reading my thoughts

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Red Shift Zone

Just wish I were in Montreal
Listening to music
Drinking wine
Watching people drift by in the streets
Instead of by this emotional black hole
Shifting everything to red

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

America delenda est, delenda est America

America is dead

America did not start dying
On the 11th of September
The rot was built
Into the foundation from the start

When saints and sinners were sent
To make a New World
Carrying genocide in blankets and bullets
It was there already

When white gentlemen rested
In cotton dyed in blood
While black men toiled in cages of bone
It blossomed putridly

When the stars and stripes
Cast its shadow on San Juan,
Hanoi, Manila, Baghdad
It spread across the globe

When Wall Street's minotaur
Plowed over the avenues
Of Buenos Aires, Caracas, Moscow
It infected the heart of the world

Now sickness alone remains
As patriots cough death
As black blood stains the streets
As weak mindedness masquerades as strength

America is dead
Dead is America








Saturday, April 11, 2020

Yesterday's Baby, Today's Boy

Yesterday's baby
Woke up saying "I'm scared"
Ate breakfast, brushed and dressed
In no time, without the usual whines
Put on his new uniform, his heavy rucksack
Kissed us old folks
Walked down the long street to school
Alone, for the first time in his life
Didn't look back or wander
(Crossed without looking
This old man saw
Following like a shadow)
Marched up to the waiting troop
Of uniformed kids big and small
And became
Today's big boy

I miss you, yesterday's baby
I love you, today's big boy

Sunday, December 8, 2019

Necessary Evil

A necessary evil
To protect my love
A necessary evil
Sleeps on the other side
Of my angel
A necessary evil
I can't let go of
Without losing the reason I live

Home Sick

Standing on this packed train
Blinking awake in sunny
Japanese December
I sometimes wish
This was a diorama
Of my old Japan life
I sat looking at
In my empty house
During the dark Canadian winter