for the Wild International

Would you blot them
The screams of them
Would you silence the silenced
With-out mouths them
Bellies bloated from lack them
Without voices

You gut eaters
You pigs, vomit eating dogs
Smeared in blood and shit
Fuck you, suck lead

You have smeared them out
You the clean handed middle man
You do it, you did it
Erased them, the erased
The eyeless
You do it, you did it
Stich your eyes shut
Cut your tong out
Roll in ashes
You are a plague upon this good green earth

Keep talking with your bloody words
Your bloody books your
Bloody international your religion
So bloody built human sacrifice dripping with blood
Your governments so bloody your cops
So bloody your schools and libraries so bloody
Your television and lesisure and culture all bloody
Me too
Im bloody too and it make s me
Wild completely
I would fill men’s hearts with fire

poem

Do you think you can check out
Like at wal-mart
Turnoff and tune out
Like your big screen

Do you think you won’t hear
The screams of the
Guatemalan peasants
Of the murdered Cuban literacy workers
If you turn up your ipod

Do you think you can buy
Your way into nirvana so you can forget
The Afghan children who are daily burnt alive
The starving toiling masses who you squash with tanks
Every day every day every day every day every day every day


You can’t
Because they haunt your sleep
Your fiendish dreams are full of ghosts
Your trips to the mall are death marches
You can hear them in the spaces between breaths
You can see their twisted bloody bodies
Out the corner of your eye
Your stupid fashion cannot cover it
Your fancy perfume cannot mask the stench of their
Bloated corpses
And in the end
They will come in lock step
To claim what is theirs and there will be nothing left
For you.

Apokalypsis

Apokalypsis

At some point
The true will
Reveal its-self
Unwrap its self
Letting the shadows
dissolve

Being
Naked
All pretense
Burnt away

All lies
Burnt Away
All petty neurosis
burnt away
Gone

Little comings
and goings
The fabric of the ego
The small job,
The small hang-ups,
The small bickers
The memos and e-mails
The credit cards
The petty little car
Burnt

Leaving behind a world
backend by truth

what is any of this

What is any of this

What is any of this
Swirling parade of things
Light and sound and breath
And the puzzled look of sunflowers
Turning their face to you

poem for you

How this song makes me feel

Of course I am mad for you
The madness of long empty nights
The madness of cold sheets
The madness of need and hunger
The madness of attachment
The madness of the attached

Of course I have always been mad for you
I was born mad for you
I was flooded with madness at my first
Choking breath vomiting the fluid of
Your womb.
Blinking into being
out of your warm no-place

Of course I am mad for you
What else am I but longing
I am animated by it, I try to hide it
But it is obvious
Would you not love me


O! I need you like air