You Could Write a Thousand Million Perfect Poems

you could write a thousand million
perfect poems
and it still wouldn't matter
the bad god whispered in my ear
I don't know, the good god responded
let's see the poems first
 

CYBERCOLA

even when I'm dead
I will write poems
crossing the beginning
and the end
of the finish line
with a generous source
in distance and time
show me you are real
and I will show you
how to walk in the magic
ours is a sequence
connected in trance
we are star herders
individual universes
endless and everchanging
meet me at the corner
of the next dimension
cross at the light
of the next generation
lend me your soul
and I'll buy you a coke


THE GODS OF GOVERNMENT

capitalism eats itself
communism starves itself
socialism bores itself
facism fucks itself
anarchism loses itself
I guess the gods of government
take you out
whichever way you choose


THE MUSIC INSIDE

there is so much writing and art
that there is no more writing and art
yet living is an art
dying is an art
the music inside living and dying
is an art
it is nowhere and everywhere
a complete freedom
of no escape
a post divine tenderness
with a sacred slap
in the face


ODE DE RACIALE

if the blackman says he's
dangerous
when he's got a badge
and the redman says he's
dangerous
when he's got real money
and the yellowman is
dangerous cause he's
got the numbers
and the greenman could be
dangerous
when he's on the booze
once in a colorful godless
life and death situation myself
I told my problem
I was a white guy on welfare
and that could be awfully
dangerous too