April first
bangs its fist against showers and colorful flowers
in a tempestuous home-coming
and a slight fight with winter’s worst chills
the cat scratches at the window like a crazed banshee
he has an extra layer of fur for the balcony’s arctic exploration
or the simple genetic expression of wild bird chases
after dissipating the morning haze, the sun tries for brightness
skies veer towards a tint of jazzy blue-without-blues
but I will wear wool to the market
gloves and scarves to break the wind's cheerfulness
the season to be jolly has gone although Scrooge has returned
he forgot fire and brimstone and the devil's ashen thunder
scheduled complaints in July if frogs don’t fall from the sky
Mother Nature has been kidnapped by a single-nation-consortium
of ultra-right-wing-religiously-reborn-politicians-cum-fanatics
holding out for the highest interest rates
in Zimbabwe, will blizzards admonish the poachers today?
will record setting sweltering melt the glaciers in Iceland?
will monsoons turn the Sahara into a soggy playground?
the Baskerville Hounds will howl
hear them and cringe, for disaster abounds
half-life dust from Fukushima and Chernobyl
and Hiroshima’s remains slowly shred ozone layers
the dwindling Amazon forest cancers Earth’s lungs
Apocalyptic threats of end-of-time cauterize New Year’s merriment
terrorist world strife forewarns wars for religious domination
the poor munch on bread, drink unclean water, sleep in tents
the rich — smother them in their pillows made of gold —
no, fuck the rich, they should taste the progress of rape
they will dream of twin towers inferno as death covets their treasures
they didn’t reflect on slight irregularities plaguing the global thermostat
blinded by millions just like true love
to deem life would remain sweet and simple is out of style
mile-high wishes of gentle poets trying not to be fools...
not so far off course
[2012.1.4...a]
bangs its fist against showers and colorful flowers
in a tempestuous home-coming
and a slight fight with winter’s worst chills
the cat scratches at the window like a crazed banshee
he has an extra layer of fur for the balcony’s arctic exploration
or the simple genetic expression of wild bird chases
after dissipating the morning haze, the sun tries for brightness
skies veer towards a tint of jazzy blue-without-blues
but I will wear wool to the market
gloves and scarves to break the wind's cheerfulness
the season to be jolly has gone although Scrooge has returned
he forgot fire and brimstone and the devil's ashen thunder
scheduled complaints in July if frogs don’t fall from the sky
Mother Nature has been kidnapped by a single-nation-consortium
of ultra-right-wing-religiously-reborn-politicians-cum-fanatics
holding out for the highest interest rates
in Zimbabwe, will blizzards admonish the poachers today?
will record setting sweltering melt the glaciers in Iceland?
will monsoons turn the Sahara into a soggy playground?
the Baskerville Hounds will howl
hear them and cringe, for disaster abounds
half-life dust from Fukushima and Chernobyl
and Hiroshima’s remains slowly shred ozone layers
the dwindling Amazon forest cancers Earth’s lungs
Apocalyptic threats of end-of-time cauterize New Year’s merriment
terrorist world strife forewarns wars for religious domination
the poor munch on bread, drink unclean water, sleep in tents
the rich — smother them in their pillows made of gold —
no, fuck the rich, they should taste the progress of rape
they will dream of twin towers inferno as death covets their treasures
they didn’t reflect on slight irregularities plaguing the global thermostat
blinded by millions just like true love
to deem life would remain sweet and simple is out of style
mile-high wishes of gentle poets trying not to be fools...
not so far off course
[2012.1.4...a]
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