A Poem for the Day…

Titled Monday in Silicon Valley

Headless horse

Chariots on fire

Damn

Berlin Wall

Of Iron spikes

Heads of

Indians

Float and loom

Cat stares

Her Claws

Are violent,

Cops doing

Nothing.

No Art

For miles

Black clouds

Over the Bay

It may all end.

By St. Denis!

Wheres the cafe?

No umbrella

For the rain

In this damn

Desert.

The flood

That

Dries our mouth,

Lizardmen

Eating men

In Disney Land.

Basque

In sunlit rooms

Under machines

To be orange

The faces

Color in

The sailing day

Faces of

Balloons

Squeak like

Rubber

It doesn’t end

The day of

Black clouds

Money, money money

Mistress of us all

No one hears

The damn dog

Bark.

Fools out

Playing soccer

Kicking

Their own balls

Forgotten sunlight

Sits in a savings

Account

Grim faces all over,

Never seen wealth

So sad.

This rainy day

Doesn’t end

If only the cannons

Hit their mark

The thing

Misfired,

Hitting the wrong

Spotless.

Where are the

Violet gardens

With rose hedges?

Not nearly enough

Air

For billionaires

But plenty to pollute

My mind

On a screen:

Fiction pictures that

Lie worse than

Hitler,

Each one

A letter of love

To burden

Him with

Weighty matters

All the damn day.

The river is dry,

So I can’t write.

Who could?

When all the birds

Were murdered,

Of course

They stopped singing,

Copper spears

Ran through their

Fluttering hearts,

She made their wings

Broken.

Only the guilty

Say they have no blood

On their hands.

The pack of hounds

Bark so loud,

My bells!

The whole place is

Ringing.

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