12 riddles of spirit, crook in hand
[ poetry - may 05 ]
The returning legions of "spirit"
kick up dust, clouds
the size of Connecticut
drifting, showering down
Thinking of the Ravenous Billions
the screen blinking
the front part of the storm
˜the avant of it
Who was I?
Who will I be?
A clear stream of libertas
is not enough
to my hand or mouth
like an 18" monitor
dropped on your head
whispers to you
What was it?
What will it be?
In the desperate lotto draw of the "soul"
(soul, a kind of outsourcing of the social)
someone wins a freedom
dreamt of on the iron mattress of
All the Friday eves of the world, the Saturday morns,
the Sunday bunny hop days
"flex-time" - boxing in
remittances - frozen
An integral who's who
family circuits too"
you have to admit
To be young at heart
though the elbow quit pronating fully
we're "faithfully" fulfilling
To wittingly swamp the senses
baud rates being
has all but flummoxed
has all about itself an aura
of the etern-
has all about its nape
So that who's strung out by "wait"
so that now, adding spirit-dust to it
without the means
to fund such a hill of beans
Art thou frightened of death?
Art thou frightened of disease?
Art thou frightened of war?
I too flew straight into this lungèd-life a-heaving
without preview, choice, or much deliberation.
I too, in a different circumstance might embrace an art that's
"irreducibly provisional" that's "infinitely plastic"
But Ich can't stand the feel of the assigned (starchy) uniforms
And Ich will love basketball, though Ich won't watch it on TV this season
and perhaps many more
To lose faith
Finally, in the face of economics
Infrastructure, the common weal.
To gain bulk in the shoulders
Padding in the ass
A to C, screw B
"lotsa hefe weisse!"
"lotsa lemon vodka!"
"if we had so much as suggested something different,
we might have been spared these dried mango chips"
e x p r e s s i v e r e p u b l i c s
Permutations of the Billions'
How's possible not to - rep?
Micro-Direct, Indirect-Delegational, Random-Spectral
If it ain't already dreaming, bidding
for different chips
is only a marketing scheme
In the grand tussle between words and spirit...
give people time to fortify or run
(not without its cruel humor)
maketh its own abode within the soul
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Two things Martin Luther said
"ohne mich!" "count me out!"
"ich kann nicht anders?" "how can I do otherwise?"
Two things Luther said
(as Anselm Berrigan put it)
What bones of mine will be left to gnaw on
once the plume settles