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lunatic fringe & blind eyes


scores of countries
are currently at war

can you name them
can you name them all

insurgencies & civil
drug & trade
so many wars in so little time
death & destruction
urban cities or rural countryside
children & women
men & animals
mass murdered by war
recycled like raw material

leaders become illegitimate
in a matter of minutes
pushing buttons
calling on their machines
to massacre before our very eyes
this the twenty-first century





march two thousand twenty-two
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seashell


nothing’s new in the world
striped tigers in arenas
& armed men in jungles
thousands dying by day
inside cramped quarters
or in ever greater expanses

escapes are different today
not like whipping ‘round
the dark side of the moon
so many eyes set on the west
vast migrations looking up
at passenger starships

you’ve been uprooted
recruited & participating in
some master grander scheme
born as nothing but a bit player
soaking in the sun
& walking the beach

(waiting for the call)





march two thousand twenty-two
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rewriting the revolution


the daffodil knows
everything about the first & last
the beginning of the end
of eternal spring

what is not written
holds steady like stasis
handed down by way of mouth
word for word for word

underground stories
are the most dangerous
everchanging
& subversively challenging
the status quo





march two thousand twenty-two
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assassinations


whose machination is this
capable & probably taking out
the dark prince

when it’s all over
nostradamus will be
prognosticating again
this time from mars
resurrected & freely roving
by way of artificial intelligence

the wars will never end (on earth)
neither on the ground nor in the seas
not in any airspace
either here or in outer space





march two thousand twenty-two
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overnight in the underground


paranoia is a dangerous thing
unpredictable & delirious
like a deadly spider in a dream

there are no photographs to be kept
either having been burned
or lost to the forest
taproots turning them into new
memories for the dead

fear the dark knight
the rider of your subconscious
galloping full speed in the darkness
consumed by the fog of war
& willing to die by the sword





march two thousand twenty-two
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carbon copying blackbirds


burning down the forest
doesn’t seem like the right thing to do
whether in times of peace or war

it’s not like you can make carbon copies
of hundreds of thousands of trees
replacing them within a generation or two
after having the enemy succumbed to flames

it’s not like you can stitch & sew time
making it nineteen ninety-nine all over again
before the world became more complicated
than la niña or an impossible crossword

ever since the first shots were fired
blackbirds continue to gather at the border
in numbers innumerable
patiently waiting for all hell to break loose





february two thousand twenty-two
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no man’s land


where has the queen gone
now that war has broken out
does she dare show her face
in person let alone the air waves
or will she remain in the shadows
laying low like a commoner

they say the opposing forces
are invisible like the wind
moving in & out of the kingdom
like a knight without a country
picking & choosing allegiances
one war-torn city at a time





february two thousand twenty-two
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shopping list


how many of them are us
born without a homeland
left to find your own identity

displacement is not new
go ask any dinosaur
having survived the initial blast

news of a madman’s war
infiltrates the airwaves
something old is new again

the house down the street
caught fire overnight
will probably take a year to repair

I look out the bay window
counting my blessings
adding peanut butter to the list





february two thousand twenty-two
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havana syndrome


it’s a balancing act
most people take for granted
like riding a bicycle
or reciting the pledge of allegiance

invisible forces
come & go like visible drive-bys
bullets replaced by microwaves
locked & loaded & fired
victims incapacitated
by way of an inner blasting
that is nearly indiscernible

conspiracy theories
run rampant around the west wing
the latest front line without a guard post
a virtual war zone
the enemy undefined





february two thousand twenty-two
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ground invasion


a long procession
crossing the border
controlled remotely
fourteen hundred
kilometers away

this is anything but
a ticker tape parade
more like a war of wills
not a single shot fired

in the map room
a series of switches
dictate who may live
& what must go

the rest of the world
continues to suffer
from cyberattacks
oblivious to reality
& blinded by the light





february two thousand twenty-two
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I dreamed all wars had ended


though these hills are not mine
they are a most welcomed sight
rolling like a surreal memory
reappearing any day or night

rolling hills unfold a colorful valley
introducing dreamlike coastlines
free from greed & corruption
and self-righteous shrines

all destruction’s been destroyed
replaced by acres of wildflowers
a newfound spirit rising with the sun
resurrected into a new age

this self-healing land will live on
long after warring sides vanish
bestowed to us by the almighty
this day forward ‘til kingdom come





february two thousand twenty-two
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three-fold invasion


the future arrived
a few short days ago
leaving scores scurrying
for new answers


at the pentacrest
arsonists & anarchists
met in the open air
bonfire attracting
the moths & the hungry

visitors circled above
in their hovercrafts
reminding anyone looking up
who was in charge

throughout the lands
cities burned & people fled
the guardians declaring
there was no place
to realistically hide

locals were reminded
by the visitors that the
best place to go
was that place called home

but the anarchists & the
arsonists had other ideas
opposite of the guardians’





february two thousand twenty-two
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on reforming a terrorist


she died as a homegrown terrorist
having succumbed
to the voices
inside her complicated mind

it wasn’t the first or last time
she’d have died
so violently
this time by way of chemicals
mixed precisely so

how she wished she had
a dying wish
something she’d learned about
throughout the centuries
but for some reason until now
never had a chance to express





january two thousand twenty-two
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hanging out at the motorpool


you tell me people you don’t know but love
keep dying

I tell you I’m sorry
but there’s not much we can do about it
now that the cat’s out of the bag

I keep thinking about the crisis unfolding
on the border between Ukraine & Russia
wondering what the hell Snowden
has to do with it

you know I’m dying don’t you
you say
but since I can’t see you I say yes
in all probability you acquired the virus

I don’t ask if you’re vaccinated because
I could give a rat’s ass
now beginning to wonder why you bothered
to call

a decade ago I wouldn’t have answered
having been stationed in Afghanistan
keeping all the Humvees running

I can hear you breathing from the speaker
as if you’re upstairs in the bedroom
and I’m sitting at the kitchen table
pouring myself a shot of Jack





january two thousand twenty-two
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boots on & off the ground


so what else is new
I heard someone say
talking to nobody in particular

they were on their own
fully armed & marching lazingly
as if in a trance

local reporters ran
with their camera people
out of breath & reaching out
with their absurd microphones

of course nothing was going on here
it’s just an exercise one said
yeah we’re just exercising
others chimed in

rumor has it the boomers
are to blame for why people are dying
to live on the moon
further blurring the difference
between fact & fiction
much like how
parade routes are now advertised
as just another way out





november two thousand twenty-one
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King of Macedonia


What’s in a name
or a date
such as Alexander the Great
or three twenty-three before Christ

Questions such as these
lead to others
uncovering a string of
undefeated battles
ranging across vast regions

How is it the war
within man
is unstoppable
as if the original instructions
flowing through the bloodstream
had been altered
by a God with a wry sense of humor





november two thousand twenty-one
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