only broken in layers

the absurdity of birds, planes

trees, buildings, flying/ standing

broken

hips pants mind face

wood feathers brick steel

only

gravity / conceit of language

whips animal driven wheels

in layers

Winter's Clock

I fear winter's clock;

hands clench, work slows, seconds freeze,

the spring in recoil.

your fields, covered in snow, or

unbowed white chrysanthemum.

Until Compassion ~ inspired by Lily Yeh, Rwanda Healing Project

Until every new breath is taken

from the mouths of the dead,

bones of the slaughtered

are stacked like bricks for your shelters;

Until the blood of the children,

has watered the gardens,

flowers grass trees grow

on mounds of the murdered;

Until you have eaten

the mud and the straw,

washed clean your body

in the purple rivers;

Until clothes are cut

from flags of your enemies,

heads are covered

with their holy books;

Until history is carved

on your backs with machetes;

Until people paint dreams

on your fences and buildings,

tile shrines with their ghosts;

Until compassion pours down,

pools at your feet,

seeps into your socks

fills up your boots, covers

your knees, unsteadies your hips,

Until you can’t wade, can’t walk,

can’t swim, can’t go back to the sea,

Until an empty lot is endless resource,

your darkest devastation is transformation;

Until your weakness is equalized

by the hands of need;

Until compassion

secrets that bees tell

Secrets that bees tell

to clover and sunflowers

reappear as gold

trading hidden histories,

we taste only the ransom

The Desert of Zen

Zen -

Your Xeric

Wasteland, Vaguely

Understood,

Transcends

Shadows.

Rain-soaked

Queries/

Parched

Orations

Never Mingle.

Liberation Keens / Justice Inhales

Humility,

Grateful

For Every

Desert Cactus

Blooming

- Abundant.

upsidedown abecedarian / zyx

(confronting my inner) Antidisestablishmentarianist

(He)

“Baloney Comrade!

-Don’t Even

Feign Grace!

Holy Institutions'

Jingoistic Kowtowing

Leaves Messiahs Notably

……Obsequious............

Politics Queers Reformation: Shouldn't This

Ultimately Vex

Witless Xenophobes?”

(Me)

...........……”Yes, Zoroaster.”

An abecedarian poem / ABC poem

childhood songs of the taliban

A

boy........has already

called

down

enough

favor!...And

God

has

invoked......his silent

judgement!

Kazoos

lie in

mourning,.....they are

never.....(more)

out

playing......He

quells

resounding.....desires;

stuffs................insatiable ears: and

turns them in......to the Mullahs.......every one: his

unpolished

violins,

whimsical

xylophones,........and

yellow

zithers.

ABC Poem - Abecedarian