thoughts on war, on famine, on the leaders of great nations

It could be that I suck as a poet, but MAN are the rejections coming fast and furious these days.  A lot of that "not right for us" malarkey, which I think translates to "what the fuck is wrong w/ you?!".  Apparently, there is no room for utter pessimism in today's poetry scene.  Which, giving the circumstances we find ourselves in in this country, is kind of odd.  You think I'd be honored as a prophet.  Oh well. Live and learn.





thoughts on war, on famine, on the leaders of great nations



these men with claws,
with the faces of crows, of
melted rubber and cracked plastic

bury the machines they’ve built,
then count backwards from one million

dig up blood

dig up splintered bone and
clumps of hair

get to know jesus
like you would a lover

break the news softly
that his father is a lie