THE THERAPIST PRACTICES HER ART
Dorsey paints with people
dips into their hearts
where all colors
have merged
to mud
***
Gently
lays them out
ultraviolet to infrared
spaces between clearly seen
and hands them back the brush
THE THERAPIST PRACTICES HER ART
Dorsey paints with people
dips into their hearts
where all colors
have merged
to mud
***
Gently
lays them out
ultraviolet to infrared
spaces between clearly seen
and hands them back the brush
WHEN THE STORMS CAME
When the storms came
and I started them I hid
When the storms came
and you started them I ran
When the storms came
and the world started them
I ran to you and hid
COLLATERAL DAMAGE
Collateral damage
is the disease of the day
and the greatest cause of dyin
is just gettin in the way
Yes people are dyin who have no say
people all dyin just from gettin in the way
In Palestine it’s Arafat
that they’re all aiming at
And the bombers of Allah
want Sharon to be gone
Refugee camps and ice cream shops
the bombin and the dying just never stops
and nobody’s factions own up to their actions
so it’s all reactions to reactions to reactions
with all the weapons piled on one side
and the other side reduced to suicide
Bush wants Hussein
Hussein wants the bomb
And half a million children die
who can’t spell embargo and don’t know why
Carpet bombers killing in wave after wave
while Bin Laden sits still safe in his cave
more Afghanis dead than in both towers
doesn’t impress the press or the powers
Children in uniform may be innocent too
killed in you don’t join, what would you do
Big business and the army
have screwed the world brown
but they’re not the ones dying
when the towers go down
Yes collateral damage
is the disease of the day
and the greatest cause of dyin
is still just gettin in the way
The feds had weapons that gave off sparks
And now Waco is full of Joan of Arcs
A crime that leads to Oklahoma City
and day care there was far from pretty
Yes an epidemic is under way, and a lot of
little children with nothing to say
dyin of the disease of just
gettin in the way
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
CHERNOBYL
Nature breaking free of science
floats its angry cloud to Red Square
Science in self defense – seeds the clouds
A gentle rain falls with the deadly ash
No one is harmed, if you don’t count
trees and peasants
WINTER NIGHT – PRAIRIE
Coyote joins me
howling at the moon
Much lonelier to appear
in a million city eyes unseen
FREEWAYS – HOUSTON
Every day – high tide and low
the same metal corks float in and out
Unable to escape the pull of silver
and the carbon covered moon
SILK ROAD
A thousand worms on a mulberry tree
As soft as they spin and as hard as they try
can never match the silk of your inner thigh
SALVADOR DALI AS ROCK STAR
Fails because of melting guitar