Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Down the Tubes

Dangerous territory
Common sense says keep out
But how can my children
Cross the mine field
If I am afraid to move in
And try to disarm the
Dangerous mechanisms?

Monday, April 18, 2005

I Don't Know You

I know your name
I know what you do for a living
I know your hobbies
I know about those magazines
I know where you hide them
I know about your riding mower
I know your kids are cute
I know you need a new car
I know that look in your eye
I know that shiver running down your spine
I know lots about you
What Do I Know?

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Mind the Gap

Clutching my ticket to gotham
The clickty-clack rocking of
The 8am commuter train
And the hours lost to late night TV
Lulls me into a drowsy half sleep

Power poles flying past the window
Create the flickering effect of old film
Small farms, battered cars, the odd cow
Become mute actors in a documentary
Shown on a tired school projector

The screeeeeeech of train brakes
Signal the arriving station
The other commuters gather their bags
Securing laptops and mp3 players
For the jostling race for the exits

Too tired to compete, I hang back
On the platform a half naked boy begs for coins
His mother a sleeping bundle of denim
Inattentive against the station wall
His gaze intersects mine

Lost in his brown eyes
I wait too long
And almost miss my habitual stop
I stumble up and fall off the train
Just as it begins to move again

The jarring change of momentum
Pains my shins and blurs my vision
Multiple boys, six or seven
Swim before my blinking eyes
I don’t know which child to give my change to

I hand them each a dollar
And stumble toward the exit’s glare
The billboards mocks me
And my lack of lunch money
Mind the gap

Friday, April 08, 2005

Swimming Scanner

Swimming through the late night
Scanning dark interiors
Surrendering to internal
Simmering chit chat
Summoned by restless
Shuffling of memory
Shifting of meaning
Shadows cast by
Shimmering half light
Slide into

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

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Jacko Showered with Boy.
Simon Cowell hates show tunes.
Teri Schiavo’s sister said Schiavo had “shown the world what perseverance and determination are all about.” The 41-year-old brain-damaged woman died Thursday after a long, bitter legal battle between her husband and parents.
Pope John Paul II: Continuing Coverage.
Americans, fixated on themselves and their sex lives as always, never did figure out that while they were wrestling with personal freedom issues like women priests, homosexuality and abortion, John Paul was embarked on a grander scheme to make the Catholic church the world’s Christian faith.
Neil Cavuto is asked, haven’t you had it with all death all the time?
Me? I have no problem dwelling on death. I think too few of us do. It does us all good to know life doesn’t last all too long.
It’s time the US gave the United Nations a dose of reality.
Neil Cavuto tells you why major Social Security changes are necessary.
O’Reilly explains that the secular movement wants to de-emphasize any kind of faith-based action because it stands in the face of egocentric policy.
Is Jane Fonda a Traitor?
Let her be a communist. She’s got plenty of money.
Free Speech on public college campuses? The solution is simple: privatize. That would be freedom of speech. That would constitute the exercise of First Amendment rights.


I can’t make this crap up.
Everything above is a quote from Fox News.
That fountain of brazen punditry and lies masquerading as a news network.
With so much going on in the world, Fox and most of the media continue to focus on non stories, and when they do address critical issues they substitute opinion for facts.
I only hope America and the World are smarter and stronger than these jackasses.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Inarticulate Scream

Looking forward
Mist obscures the horizon
Sweat beads beneath the brim
Of my major league sports cap

Looking backward
In the rear view mirror
The insidious evil is clear
In the smell of corporate body wash

Looking inward
A nauseas vortex spins
Erupting as an inarticulate scream
Ignored by my gaming console

Looking upward
The talking heads deny everything
My experience is not confirmed by
24-hour news channels