The Innocent and the Untamed

the bus stops and accordions
she keens a muffled shriek
this scrofulus matron-harridan
hasn't bathed in many weeks
ragged nest of filthy curls
she scratches over us like a dog
we stand up and shout "what the fuck?"
our patience is used up



Encore, notre ch'Ur
we couldn't breathe without her
or walk or swim or even fly
in fact with Ur we all die
in closed system we multiply
consume and waste like mindless flies
it's all right, the world still turns
even if the forests burn
or ocean boils away to stars
fuck atmosphere, let's be like Mars!



See yourself as a butterfly
or a speck of dust in an elephant's eye
prone to change or chrysalis
the question is more about "what's this?"
than it is about what there is to do
the answer to that is only you



Topaz the Troll doniferous
laden down and burdened heavy
her sack filled with horizons many
through forests most coniferous
she spread the sun to every land
with her generous arthritic hands
sought no salve for her own pain
simply brought the dawn again



one two three
you and we
sitting in a mango tree
throwing rotten ones at bees
laughing at their fuzzy knees
studying the methods of Socrates
by reading from Homer through Thucydides
never skipping Plato, please
how else would we know of Diogenes?



one and two is three it's true
may vermin never nibble at you
four and five make nine as well
let's make a heaven from this hell



howling winds around whipping sand
kneel like a stone weathering
again in this luminous fantasy
emptiness and rock, storms dry as bones
tombstone visions abandoned rusting rest stop
flecked chrome and twisting aluminum reflects
a beaten copper sun