Word Harvest of Chaos and 911

The tragedies, chaos,
do what do what?
forward march birds
relaxing
but he’s used the push
do it now, don't ask,
don’t hold

Bush said i don't care what
the law is
we are gong to kick some ass
and that's not how

how I feel

widely suspended
civil rights
bush voting one two three four
steps and

I will vanish
can't count
the cost,
the mind misses,
the heart where's the heart?

their words don’t hold water

however I might feel, i am feeling
the chaos the chaos and what am i doing here?
even my cat searches me

They blame the trade unionists,
homosexuals, Jews, Muslims,
even trees.

all differences are mocked
and yet the birds
still sing
sweet and soaring
as i feed on
good,

eat healthier breakfasts
more walking
less driving
meditate, pray, write,
sculpt, make love
don't die though
this is not my highway
though i imagined this day
I am done and yet i must stay

blame the other, the mother,
not your sister or brother,
don't have lovers
sit alone by computers
counting and praying
that they leave you
alone,

while badgers, wild horses, and seals
are having trouble living
and all this came down while I waited
and wanted
I wanted
I wanted
I wanted
I wanted
to live
I wanted to love
I wanted to finish
my damn book not

fatten on their failings
to feel, not to feel
such soul sickness,
nor to dream now so darkly,
not coffee and tranquilizers,
not depression and chaos,
unfinished writings
unmade beds while wondering
how to help my own child
not to mention my self
where is it between these folds and fatigue
where am I between these words searing me starkly,
I will not eat they're psychotic
lies Republican dogs,
who cry jump, and pick at the last
bones of 911, meant to terrify and toughen
into thugs and businessmen,
meant to radify boogie men,
out from under our beds
into images in our heads
staged by phoney media
bought up by bug buisness
who so benefit from fear,
say run for cover to the new
Nazis
of corporate Americans
who jump on the usable
backwards unbosoming, woman
hating humans failing,

The tragedies, chaos,
do what do what? forward march birds
relax but he’s used the push
the new, do it now, don’t hold how I feel
them as Nazis jump on the unusable unusual
to care if you hurt

this has come
with elections surrounded
and stolen how could they?
be bent on the net
prophet

lock-stepping to brain stem
urges don’t age, jump and reach
and they need the public
the ones who don’t know
the unsure, no courage to be weak,
don’t whimper now nothing here matters
straighten and pull those dip dip baley hoods
kissing trees goodbye ye merry merry men
not talking to those that they blamed
the communist the Jew the Blacks the note writers
the tears, their aggression the sedition they unburdened whispering that is this
and they wronged the poor good muslims
in favor of the burning
few Americans believed
beyond shock, a great sadness swept over
us oh dear dear friend
something manipulated Democracy.