Monday, November 18, 2024

To My Friend On His Deathbed, Or, Maybe You Won't Go

 



















                                                                      

To My Friend On His Deathbed

Or, Maybe You Won’t Go?


There is nothing I can do that will be any good

Nothing I can try that could save you

No herbal concoction, no medicine food

Everything stronger they already gave you


Is there time left anon a new habit to learn?

Maybe, but not its proper effect ascertain

Our time finds, invested, a decreasing return

All costs presently sunk, with no successes to claim


Yet so much of our time is, well, mundane

with the details of our little lives quite consumed

 but — an imperative added to not be all in vain

that no one here can fulfill, since we are all of us doomed.


this verse was meant to somehow banish our grief & fear & sad regret:;

if as i suspect this goal remains elusive, perhaps we’ll get there yet.
































































Friday, November 8, 2024

Notes On The Disappearance Of The World's Insects (A Warning By A Faust)

 



Notes On The Disappearance Of The World's Insects

(A Warning By A Faust)


Who are you calling? 

The suits are just stalling

The news is appalling

Divided we're falling 


What are you buying? 

The insects are dying 

Your president's lying 

Excusing denying 


When are you starting? 

The seas won't be parting 

For those busy charting 

How many are 🖤ing 


Where are you going? 

No place that's not showing 

The danger that's growing 

Out of money still flowing 


Why aren't they stopping?

Keep on mono-cropping

Development popping 

Pesticide slopping 


How are you helping? 

Because you'd better be helping 

Because you'd better be helping 

We all need to be helping 


We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We all need to be helping 

We need all of us helping


Showing and telling 

Teach what you knowing 

Shouting and yelling 

Get up and going

Monday, October 21, 2024

Not Nihilism - a happy poem by a Faust







Not Nihilism, But Still Nothing Of Which To Be Afraid

Or, 

The Secret Ingredient Is — Who's Been Messing With This Thing

———————————————————-


If I was a Q-tip where would I be

If I was a Phillip's head driver

If I were my readers what I would not squint to see

If I were a more careful MacGyver


— I remember once having my ducks in a row

My Why equaled my Ex & my Be

I'd yet to learn others could reap what I sow

Or, making me do all the harvesting, just get it — for free


After that something inside me played dead — or just hid

Convincing my innocence thorough

Of reasons (de)pressing & foolish aught of it should be rid

Which only proved much much later that —- I hadn't a clue


—Because now Joy sometime renders my world drama free,

Where perhaps not-to-Be Ifs can have Thens yet to Be — 









Friday, October 18, 2024

STATE'S EVIDENCE -- a poem by a Faust

 


State's Evidence

----------------


the quiet girl was absent, 

she ran naked down the street, 

he had a photo of her running 

in his jacket pocket


when they were going to search

they asked first if they could

they stopped and very deliberately 

got audible consent


they went through all the pockets 

one by one with gloves

eventually they found it 

it justified their actions


they sealed it labeled in plastic

charged him with possession

of physical evidence of 

citizen disobedience


the quiet girl was watching

from a broken skylight

huddled in a blanket

shivering but free

Saturday, August 10, 2024

Tequila Mockingbird, Or, 86 2nd Street, San Francisco: A Sonnet


a slight revision with the clarity of not being tipsy...



TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD, OR, 86 2ND STREET, SaN FRaNcIScO



THE BaRTENDER IS cOOL aS SHIT

THE DRINKS HE POURED - HELLa FULL

IF THE DaNcE FLOOR WERE MORE cOZY, IT

MIGHT NOT, IF cROWDED, DO aS WELL


IT ISN’T DIM, JUST WaRM, & DaRKENED

WITH MY KINfolk & tHeir KIND TONIGHT;

EaSILY & WELL IT HEaRKENED

aFTER WHaT ONcE MaDE THIS cITY REaL, & RIGHT —-


OF WHIcH, SINcE I KNOW PERHaPS a THING OR TWO

IN THE DEcaDES SINcE I MaDE THE BaY

I THOUGHT TO PEN THIS QUaINT REVIEW

aGaINST a FUTURE MORE FUcKED THaN TODaY


(DID I MENTION THE MUSIc HaS EXcELLENT SOUND?)

TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD IS FINE aS THE FINEST aROUND



BY a FEMaLE FaUST (SLIGHTLY REVISED) DEDIcaTED TO 

TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD (a BaR ON 2ND STREET) ON 8/8/24

FONT: “TEQUILa MOcKINGBIRD” BY WWW.KEVINaNDaMaNDa.cOM





           
original tipsy version


Thursday, July 4, 2024

Untitled

 

untitled


i miss you now, i missed you

when i realized you were gone

one less thing to give its due

one less worry off & on


but -- was -- & is -- a magick

in the intentioning of intent

prologemena forensic

to any future what we meant


i missed you tonight, felt it

most when 'it must be time to leave'

would a sudden appearance have melted

the perhaps of which now is bereaved


missed you -- never the -- lest

i confessed to the strange i perceive

not near close enough ever a test

still too far away to believe


verses written bathing in the rhythm, 

in the dark where you are not

grateful for remembering the --

all -- 

the grace -- 

you brought




finished at 1:58 AM on Wednesday

stripped down to lingerie, red white and blue

f8, sf

July 3 2024