Saturday, September 29, 2012

Missionary Girl


At my door again
Sunday morning
Missionary girl

Sometimes alone
Sometime with an old crone
Clucking behind you

Do you only get to heaven
For people saved
Or do doors slammed in your face
Count?

Your petticoats
Lace collar and parasol
Would look great
In a museum

Underneath them
Your flesh aches for sin
Your eyes look at my feet
As if I could tempt you

Your face tanned from walking
Your body white from hiding
Nipples waiting to be plucked
Like cherry blossoms
Maidenhood waiting to fall
But withering for no vine

No, not with me
No, not with this
Old, fat, foreign
Married man

With a young cock
Of your blood
Who’d make you scream in joy
And believe in god
When heaven flashes through you

Loving isn't sin
Heaven can be here on earth
If you live before you die

But you won’t
The crones hem you in
Cluck and disapprove
Until you become one of them

Another reason why
I shake my head
Sunday mornings

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Young people of China and Japan


Young people of China and Japan
You do not need to hate each other
To satisfy your ancestors’ ghosts

You were not obliged to destroy Nanking then
Just as you are not obliged now
To destroy your workplaces and cars in Xia

There was no need then
Of ‘No Chinese or dogs allowed’ signs in Hong Kong parks
There is no need now
Of ‘Islands belong to China. Temporarily not serving Japanese people’
Signs on Canadian karaoke parlors

You learned the hard way in 1945
That making some men gods above others
Makes life as fleeting as cherry blossoms
You do not need to learn again
That putting The State above your humanity
Makes men less than animals

There is no need to assert
That islands are connected to China
Through Taiwan undersea
Or to Japan
Through years of ownership and settlement
When the entire world is connected
Each shore to shore
Each nation to nation
Every person to person

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Hope Sellers


Fertility and infertility doctors agree
The Hippocratic Oath
Does not apply
When you’re selling hope

Rubber gloving others’ loving juices
Sperm and ovum in a petri dish
Performing alchemy
To grant a wish

And when it fails again, again
You in your white gown
Turn off your real face
Plaster on a simple pathetic frown

Other doctors would say yes or no
Feel the obligation to be frank
But no means no fees
You can’t put conscience in the bank

And so we sit, again, again
On this merry-go-round of tears
Tunnel of pills and needles
Looking older than our years

In truth it isn’t all your fault
Science hasn’t come far enough yet
To patch the broken bucket
That lets life slip from it

And so as our life stands still
On this breaking wheel we remain
Trusting doctor confidence
Holding to our chains

Fertility and infertility doctors agree
The Hippocratic Oath
Does not apply
When you’re selling hope

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Autumn Rains in Japan



This season of mists
Between summer and fall
Is the beaded curtain
Which hides Ameratsu
Sitting back flushed from her dance
Undulations of sensual heat
That made us sweat all summer long

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Welcome to Future City


My next door neighbor
Started as a corporation
Then became an incorporated person
Married a faith-based organization
Honeymooning on the moon
Now they’re trying to birth a nation

Welcome to future city
You’ll find yourself here one day
Where people work till death
And corporations play

Seafood’s out of reach
Since the ocean went and died
I prefer the taste of soylent blue
Of all the colours that I’ve tried
If they said it’s made of people
No one cares if they lied

Welcome to future city
You’ll find yourself here one day
Where people either consume
Or are consumed if they can’t pay

The Vatican gave up on original sin
Now they say we’re born with original debt
I’ll spend most of my life
Paying for what my folks got on credit
But I keep on consuming
Cause my kids will pay for it

Welcome to future city
You’ll find yourself here one day
Where people work till death
And corporations play

Friday, September 7, 2012

Fade It Back


Nose to nose
We lose an eye
Mashed together
Looking at your skylight

Lost too long
In bamboo cities
Missing meat
And bread and cheese

Oyster clam
And geoduck
American shellfish
In an asian pond