Poem II - June 10, 2011

You were a black her
She kind of a white you
You are a younger her
She an older you
There is an uncanny sameness
A mother and daughter that
Never met and never really happened.
You look alike proving
That Ararat Ark Caucasian
Babely thing may have happened.
How else do you explain it…

Well OK… Her Dad and Your Mom
Or maybe marauders and rapists and
Slave owning mysogenists
From oh so long ago
Or maybe it’s just the luck
Of the genetic draw…

Poem I - June 10, 2011

I want to have a drink.
I probably will.
I want to write a novel
I will not begin that project tonight.
I want to write a poem
This one specifically.

I want to help achieve world peace
I have convinced myself that
Having that drink is the first step
I have deluded myself to believe
That there can be world peace
Men and women, different races
Religious harmony and acceptance
Peoples helping each other
Eliminating world hunger
Making real communism work
Saving the earth, focusing on the whales
(no one talks about them anymore)
Stopping the driving consumption of things
No one really needs and basically living
The Nirvane Heaven on Earth that is only in my mind

And to think it all began with my
Scotch on the rocks…

I have poured this magic elixir
I have sipped from the dime store chalice
My parched soul, on this one sip,
Has calmed and believes this barely
Poor excuse for poem will change the world.
I might even try going outside in
The mist rainy cool of this night
And wave my hands solemnly
Mutter a silent incantation and just see
If a good decent well intentioned thought
Can set the world right.

There is no need for credit
I don’t even need to ever know
I catalyzed it all

Where is my Saul slash Paul?
There is no one out there to proselytize
For this macculately conceived.

What ‘til I post it…