Rain

A frantic jellyfish, clear,
pulsing against the train window.
Her river-delta hair, red, dancing
in wind.
The entrails of a sow
eviscerated, pumping blood.

Two lovers meet, embrace
under gusting gray.
The sweet tears the salt
tears.
Ocean wending upstream,
rain down the mountains,
Mingling in the marshes.

Now,
thrashing at its swollen lip
infected with industrial plants,
the surging Hudson wails
in white-capped rage.

U.nited S.tates of A.nger

I leave poetry slams a slam
poet
mumbling to myself on city streets
infused with anger that I can’t believe
and still ensconced in our palatial greed.

This anger has subsided ‘least I hope its
stranglehold will soon release I hope it
gets gone so fast that next time I get hopeless
this rhythm humbly strikes me down
so deep I sleep as humming sounds
so deep I redefine profound

yet simple children know much better than
some pompous poet laureate
infused with growing glory
of our gory famous
quest for names its
not something I’m proud of but
I do like people magazine.

ohm shakti, shakti ohm
shock and awe
shakti ohm
shock and awe
Cheney culture, U.S. in craw
of Cheney vulture.

Never thought I had something to say to ya’ll but
bridges fall and buildings crumble
as mistakes and stakes I bumble
release the beast that lives in jumble
rumbling as my lame words leap
from the mind onto the beat
from the fridge onto the heat
so next time you feel defeat,
let my words become your street
let your feet fly, soul flick fleeting
mountain goats bound skyward bleating
corporations crumble seeding
power to the people, united,
Empire burning, Anger divided.