The Nature of

Essence grows as palpable

As light moving through a root.

Herbs to the blind;

Careful what you swallow.

Oversight has no cure.

Playful is the veil

Jubilant is the wind

Fleeting is the glimpse

Tell me tell me tell me

What you saw there

And how it might sustain

Hi rises rise

Hi rises fall

Hi rises come and go.

The truth it lies

Like so much wind

Seducing a veil,

Seducing the wind.

Account account account

For yourself.

Could you fuck it,

Eat it, sell it?

Or all three?

Is it really really

All about accounting

Man against Machine

Or Man against himself?

Tell me then once more

The nature of your glimpse.

Blue Jazz Bubbles
(revised)

Wild spring vibrations
Cry out for pollination
But it’s not our will.

Hourglass laughs daily:
Feel it giggle through your veins
This humorous pulse.

Bluesman blows his horn.
Strugglin’ in the midday sun.
False notes turn to clay.

So sudden the storm
Violinist ‘comes violin
Sacred are the sounds.

Sweet breeze in summer:
Wind flowing in the speakers
What a perfect mix!

Light hides in the root
Blind man swallows hungrily
Oversight has no cure.

Leaves fall in autumn.
As does he when he awakes
Driftin' from the roots.

Anxious shadows fall:
She shucks her corn on the porch
But not the feeling.

The Duke orchestrates
flies flickering like duskfire
and other preludes.

Diver submerged deep
Trapped and drowning in the reeds
Jazz bubbles surface.

Moonlight on water
Poseidon's lovely daughter
Glowing for no one.

Starry fugues in space
Wine glasses with no bottoms
O Bacchian tease!

Ballads at midnight
Her eyes touch skeleton keys
Still unexorcised.

Wet nurse patters pane
But he’s not patient enough
To get the healing.

Avalanche of soul
Buried as the buried go
What becomes the spring?

Werewolves of Washington

'Oh look Rome's burning..'

'Do you care if it falls?' Monty Python

Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz looked up from his dinner of Brain Chow Mein at Lee Ho Fook's long enough to admit WMD were a convenient excuse for war :

'For bureaucratic reasons we settled on one issue, weapons of mass destruction, because it was the one reason everyone could agree on," Mr. Wolfowitz of Washington tells Vanity Fair.

So let me get this straight, a man lies about the whereabouts of his penis and he gets impeached; another lies about the imaginary whereabouts of massive penis substitutes as the basis for killing thousands and nobody cares. How's that for family values?

Draw blood.

( found at WTF is it now?)

Burning Man

Are all the cars on fire; or is it just me
Is it just now, just then or always been
Did I not once burn with illusions white
Is that yearning turning on an axis of light
Once more into an urn of expanding ashes
Or is it just I who’s stuck in traffic?
She doesn’t I don’t see me no one either know...
She will not fit in the wheelbarrow
Is she too wide or I too narrow?
Why won’t she accept my plan to escape
Instead of getting all bent out of shape
Pushing or pushed, chasing or chased?
How I got here I do not know
It seems so free in this wheelbarrow
The wind in my air; the fast lane at my feet
I see the semi; does he see me?
Interminable webs, horizons and moons
Driver or driven, is it I that moves?
Spinning in the desert, something looms
Bodies pile about the spoon.
Wolves howl at the heat in June.
Mindbenders bend it til it glows
Hollywood assures that there really is no…
At the festival of the Burning Man,
They’re removing their clothes;
Exchanging all illusions grown old;
At the festival of the Burning Man,
They’re shedding last vestiges of skin.
At the festival of the Burning Man,
Vultures hover there to defend
Waiting to discover spoils they can
Hang on to the Emperor
To cover his naked civilization.
At the festival of the Burning man,
Scavengers covet the last word
Circling like smoke on the rise
Black and turbid is the sky.