POOR LITTLE BUSH HAIKUS
Poor little Bush
when grail contains father’s balls
crusade will be long
Poor little Bush
when insides become dry
daughters will drink
Poor little Bush
becomes head of Goliath
in time for stone
Poor little Bush
flying magic carpet bombers
into Ali Baba’s cave
Poor little Bush
when stepping on Florida
remember swamp
TERRORISTS
The Eleventh of September
A day the world should long remember
Pillars of democracy brought to the ground
Innocent thousands dead all around
New York, New York, you say
I was still thinking of Chile
I was still thinking
of Nineteen Seventy Three
TEXAS 2002
Every day is the fourth of July
as those flyin flags go flyin by
and the glow of rednecks lights the sky
LYSISTRADA
No peace, no piece
HOLOCAUST IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM
This is the age of the coming of age
of the children
The children
of those who fed the fires
and of those who fed the flames
And we
who are the children of neither
are the children of both
And this may be the last time
this can be healed in time
Or are we to have a new calendar
so much like the old
where 2000 pages are torn off
and the pinup remains the same
Already 60 years A.D. (Anno Dachau)
still counting still counting still counting
THOUGHTS
ON
A DEBBIE MOMENT
Debbie, a great friend of mine, died too young
and in too much pain in Houston about five
years ago now
This moment just sneaked up on me
earlier this year
Can’t help wondering how many people
are having Debbie moments now in New
York and around the world from what
happened just six weeks ago
How many people in the world in the last
five years having Debbie moments from
a hole blown in their sky
OLD WAYS OF WAR
(or time to be looking up)
Still wrapping themselves in tanks
old warriors fighting wars on the ground
Like Saddamm and the Taliban soon found
when others struck from the air
the safety just wasn’t there
As armour that they thought would save
became a target and a grave
Still wrapping themselves in flags
Government no longer of, for, or by the people
Like Saddam and the Taliban now find
when others strike from anywhere
the safety just isn’t there
As the land of the free and home of brave
becomes a target and a grave
LET’S NOT SING THAT OLD SONG AGAIN
Home home on the (firing) range
where the Bush and Bin Laden play
where seldom is heard an encouraging word
and the sky’s full of gun smoke all day
9-11 (Shadow Boxing)
Bin Laden and Bush
Projectiles can’t kill projections
Shadow boxing
9-11 (Faces)
Hiroshima, Baghdad
And a thousand other places
This time with faces