We begged our children as bats To eat the insects of our existence To guide us deaf, lacking radar To…
When not allowed to kill, a soldier will fuck … all the wrong things … and v.v.
Let’s leave them to circle their own drain …
Mothers Day planning devolves into embarrassing shit-show by otherwise seemingly-functioning adults blessed w college-graduate intellects
We shed feathers to let slip the gore
(upon observing a wake of vultures in the suburbs)
Watch me pluck the entrails of your olive trees
Observe, the riverine coals that were once the heart, the entrail intestines of olive trees turnèd as marrow the splintered…
She aborted, I yielded
Imperative Summer with Sadie, College Park, Maryland, 1998 Dance with dog sisters in the sky, Fireflies and flickering stars, You…
Family holidays
MarkAnnie arrive from NYC Brett comatose on various couches Jay bag-shlepping w Markee Ma: “Jay, go supervise the children trimming…
Oh, let us go sow the wind
Dread the harvest decades hence the children of Golda’s army of orphans
Abraham, Realtor to the Gods
Coveting your neighbors Beach. Front. Property ? Just call Abraham, Realtor to the Gods! He’ll take it off their hands!…
See the splintered bones of your scarecrow man-god
Observe, the riverine coals that were once the heart of your generation’s olive tree turnèd as the marrow of the…
Since 27 October, Israel chooses to sow the wind
Dread the harvest decades hence the children of Golda’s army of orphans
Fumbles Jerusalem like any rancid melon
You, me and Bibi makes three
Fawning towards Bethlehem
Like any beaten ogre Some further-broken Quasimodo Gone to kiss the ring on the slender girlish fingers of Abraham in…
FDR … Bibi … Bush
… knew
He flew his kite among crows
He flew his kite among crows crossing the crescent moon Until the shot, center-mass The children kissed his poster
Welcome to the Woodchipper, here’s yer Golden Slipper
Welcome to the Woodchipper, Here’s yer Golden Slipper, Pocahontas
Plankton are voting with their itty-bitty pennyloafer feet
Murder-hornets shiv’d our cicada brood, film at eleven
17 years Brood Sup On pomegranate sugars, dates and the pollen of poppies. Cicadas rise great of expectation End having…
She’d have hung her Persian flag, all upside-down tulip, over the terrace like any moonshine clitoris (Nick Cave concert, DC, 2023)
if not for her being trapped in the cheap seats Lying to her new friends about it all.
Opium-addled herons return to roost
Wasps, once having flown Past Bobbing islands of our own making Littoral trenchworks Synthetic archipelagos Set Provinces aflame Get Under…
Birdwatchers in Beijing laugh, watch the addled swallows of your Opium Wars return to roost … cuidado amigo
There shall be no plums this year of the Rabbit
Forgetful typhoons neglect their duties, they Wander, off-course, into harmless seas, to Awaken only sleepy anemones, leave Lonely, Our sad…
All these years, praying to the wrong rock? Doubt not the geometers of spiders and gods
Doubt not the geometers of spiders and gods They’ve directed us to the incorrect rock So we pray the…
Give a Zionist a badge …
Filastine, get thee to the Sinai, the Sahel, christen thy Muslim hell
Talib-on-Parade | Cicadas (orig)
Oh, sure, you salted cicadas and smiled, but We scorpions We expect a yield We harried hornets to hysterics and…
David become Goliath
Handfuls of heads for the hoisting
Billion-dollar brick
1 more brick in 1 more settlement Mister, that’ll cost you 1 billion dollar
Abandon. Azimuth. Now.
Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your civil engineers Your baseball scores “Welcome to the wood-chipper”…
Welcome to the wood-chipper (ded to Zach de la Rocha)
Take your mayor w you Your pimps Your whores Your professors Your baseball scores “Welcome to the wood-chipper” Same…
Talib-on-Parade | We sow hornets and cicadas
We have sown hornets and cicadas These 17 years, the brood sup on pomegranate sugars, dates and the pollen of…
Hornet infects heron
Hornets of oblivion Infect herons of mud With ass-piss blood Once only neglected Seeded herons dare chase alien sun
Father speaks to fern, crocus, moss (Croatia, 1999)
“I fail to feed your children I, mere stripling am at-struggle with scree.” Up from the valley grass to the…
Upon once meeting the Queen of Persia (Nick Cave concert, DC, 2023)
After her father’s death: She had expected an uplifting She had foreseen an exaltation There had been signs There were…