Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Letter of the law

It takes a highly flawed species
to make the most efficient tools
for the job of self destruction
small, small atoms moved thus,
watch my hands, which shell is it
under? Take a chance, one
molecule makes such a difference
in elements, one small letter
in the mail, one deed, many dead,
on the screen, on
this sign in your face:
Stop the War in Ira(n)!

Saturday, January 01, 2005

New Year Fear

Return of the puritan progeny
countless Cotton Mathers would really rather
you didn't have much fun, that you'd
pray all day, and pay your way
into far more important worlds beyond.
Old ideas: ill gotten gains as a blessing
from on high, and poverty proves your
unworthiness. There's more: those who
worship only power and wealth, along
for the ride, fueling the mean Machine
rolling over the land and objects below.

The new calendar on your wall says
2005, better scan for viruses within
legislative/administrative entities and
dark motorcades, passing bodies slumped
in doorways,babies in trash cans, unnatural
disasters sweeping across the
weather channel. It's the 21st century,
they're finally doing something about it
in a 17th century sort of way. You see,
it's in the air. Do you care?

Down here in our new Homeland
shelter, secure from you people, we
are celebrating the fire this time, the
2nd coming and going with all the rest
of it. We are chosen, you see, and
O so free.

Tick-tock, tick-tock......this too shall pass...