International Poet

Now Normal It is now normal, the way that sea level has been shaken upside down, a perfect way for have-nots to drown. now normal, the way the deranged order you to pull yourself up while they whip you with those proverbial bootstraps. now normal, to out an operative, and, two tired years later, when you are finally indicted, to be referred to as noble by the news. now normal, to prosecute blow jobs, but not treason, this age of absent reason. now normal, to look back on Nixon with something bordering on nostalgia – but not quite. now normal, to pretend poor people are better off in a dome than a home, though it is sort of scary – for you, not them. now normal, to rebuild a Catholic church by adding a fountain and some marble flooring, forgetting the pedophiles you’re supposedly abhorring. It is now normal. They don’t even need to make this stuff up any more – unless they want to wage official war.

Unknowns Drawing curtains back on ageless Life and lives I never Bothered caring enough about to Touch or be touched by Far removed world less distant After having moved there been Moved by still moving while Standing still getting caught up Clearing out collected relics of Eons ago ruins revealing mostly Fake antique forgeries spread out Filling time and space dispossessed More remains concealed than confided Long guarded secrets spill out Reserved for private ears to Hear nobody ever listened keepsakes Unaware I was ever lost Though admittedly never saying so Reliving history not yet recorded Searching for buried treasure chest Digging up bygone fragments of Eugenic past reduced to rubble What never really was might Have been exiled to oblivion People attitudes places emotions things Changed my life starring roles Cast of characters keeps changing As do endings curtains drawn

Unemployment Unemployment is the sea of desert sea of tranquility sea of scorpion crumbling and slipping having no direction but it is a sea in mind Unemployed is a treee of wooden structure tree of black burnt wood no green bird , except vulture, eagle preys starving for flesh under the tree foxes wolves hunter dogs liquid of mouh of greediness an unemployed is a deaf having hearing power a dumb being a good speaker of the teen blind even being selected in air force earlier a handicappied being skilled physically Unemployed is sufferer from society, family mentally, individually spiritually as well materially hence a diseased like epilepsy abnormality and parlysis Unemployed is a illiterate with a degree a lonely man with thousand friends and relatives a frustrated man seening the youth moving luxuriously a jelous of wealthy playing and dancing youth a blamer of fate

Favela The sun hammers the corrugated iron, cracks the thin boards; but over the sea the clouds push their black hearts closer and it is discussed that the evening will be a washing-out of the runnels of shit; plastic buckets and old tins will find their appropriate pitches, and the children who go down to the city with boxes of brushes, rags and polish, are near to becoming apathetic. This afternoon the music is only anticipating the drumbeat; aguardiente is opening the eyes of old men and bright dresses are all the colours of the desperation of hope. And this is a brief time of the sleeping of spiders and a shining of moonstones on the buckles of sad shoes.

Atavism the sight of a burnt-down car wrenches a howl out of his clutched jaws a raucous primeval howl which is the genesis of fear ashen as our planet atter the big bang and the stench of molten rubber grips him by the lungs the unrelenting howl reverberates in his bones as it suddenly hollowed out ... hollowed out ... hollowed out a myriad sparkles illuminate his mind then at once the history of mankind unfurls, thrust upon him, deaf to the miseries of the heart oblivious to the lament of the flesh it is written there, as a testament to our collective memory that no one shall escape IT no matter how it is disguised whether through the mask of hypocrisy or the smirk at our great cynics and there will always be a burnt-down car to remind us of our collision course with the ultimate unifier yet, we still need the judeo-christian-islamic bogeyman to brandish IT betore our eyes lest we forget and whoever claimed that faith was an exercise in futility equating the love at God with the sent...

This Is The Moment This is the moment when I see the dull sky sprinkle pure white flakes bending ponderosa pines fifty feet tall creating a dripping "in tune" as the sun shines through. I smell the clean air, inhaling deep within me, as I touch covered leaves of flowers frozen, no longer to breathe fragrance stifled by cleansing thereof, imbuing soft stillness, I feel, bringing peace within.

Heathen Chant Of nectar (the moss) that bacchanal perfume's lips are made, beauty and the raised choruses of mine, lewd, sensual, blithe. Like algae, odorous, glaucous you emerge, dive again (labyrinths are those brave ones) and now—aye—you part the hair the skin demands. Now—aye—now mine you respond, now—aye—now docile you are.