In the steam that swirls around I reach out for each moving form But the creature's dissipated Before I catch more than its tail There's a tigress curled beneath the tree Whose fruits I have to shake away With diamond eyes and lazuli claws Nothing moves until the spring In the steam that swirls around I reach out for each moving form But the creature's dissipated Before I catch more than its tail Cracks of hands and shouts Amplified by thunder In the flares of fiery night Captured a glimpse of the girl With diamond eyes Cheeks all smeared with soot She's the one who snipped the wires To every generator In the steam that swirls around I reach out for each moving form But the creature's dissipated Before I catch more than its trail At the magic moment In a hot day cold night's dusk The townsfolk gather on the porch Blue balloon wafts on unfelt wind Someone unseen scurries Through the underbrush She left behind a burning bush Brigade responds with a spray of mist And clouds collapse to the ground The clouds I crack They'll take me back ------------------------------- Cracking the clouds to reveal all the rays they conceal Raucously rolling up clumps that I rip as I reel

Like Slobodan Milosevic And Radovan Karadzic In the Srebrenica massacre In Herzegovina and Bosnia Like Radovan Karadzic And Slobodan Milosevic In the Srebrenica massacre In Herzegovina and Bosnia You try to find a way to cast Aside the weight of cruelty But when you block my path You know you infuriate the hell outta me You try to find a way to cut and Expunge the heart of cruelty But when you block my path You know that you alight the hell in me You try to find a way to burn Away the urge to cruelty But the little people in my path will always get the best of me You try to find a way to burn Away the urge to cruelty But little people in my path will always bring out the worst in me Like Radovan Karadzic And Slobodan Milosevic In the Srebrenica massacre In Herzegovina and Bosnia Like Slobodan Milosevic And Radovan Karadzic In the Srebrenica massacre In Herzegovina and Bosnia Every nation of the earth Has got its would-be autocrats You’ve got to keep your institutional Checks and peoples' rights intact ------------------------- Meantime in the mess that I left as I languidly lie Seagulls are searching and stitching the scrambled-up sky

Could you be on all the Hawaiian islands at the same time? Maybe you can on the Junth of July Could you be old as the Earth and yet of the future too? Maybe you can if your Secirst in line Could you wear at once hats and headdress of every design? Maybe you can on the Ides of Mapril Could you let inside thousands and millions of mates and friends? Maybe you can when the clock strikes Midmoon Could you be on all the Hawaiian islands at the same time? Maybe you can On the Junth of July Hawai’i is so sensitive O’ahu is a socialite Maui just jokes around all the time Kaua’i’s looking for adventure Moloka’i is down to earth Lana’i likes a proper order in everything And then there’s Ni’ihau the Benjaminx of the bunch ------------------------- Seven summers and seven winters Seven breakfasts and seven dinners

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There is no soundtrack For this wide flat land Where the grid lines practically show through the hastily laid scenery No accompanist For this vast expanse No narrator to focus upon No tour guide to say where to look Among the dilapidated buildings Built by your grandparents’ generation Already three-quarters of their way On the inexorable journey To their longed-for state of imbedded rubble Your teachers tried at every moment to avert your eyes From scintillating forms on the horizon And the barkers in the downtown market Mostly filled you up with nonsense And diverted you with haypile slides sweet meats and flashing streamers of tin confetti There is no soundtrack to go to this In-between time This interim between The drum beats that are marching you off to War, war, and more war Let the military two-step echo away Among the inform clouds of dust continually Whirling around And around This great plain How will you ever fill this space How will you ever fill this time Now that your devices’ batteries have all run dry And so long ago It was lost to you Your parents’ home In a flat field Like a screen Try your hardest to project your favorite old movie Act the hero Brave and dashing Elegant mannerisms Effortlessly dance and sing How does that tune go again You can’t recall over the disorganized swells of the wind Stuffing your ears with static That contains every pitch in the spectrum All the sounds of a lifetime compact down to the noise of this day Do this go there look at me and the cacophony of instruments that play Crescendo to a climax of pure blinding white Ohgodgodfuckfuckyesyesyes How will you overcome all your guilt And your blame When creeping suspicions all are now Laid bare as the simple structural facts A skeleton motionless Gleaming and glaring No soundtrack laid out for you here so How were you supposed to react to such a sight You're jarred by the realization That you've been overtaken by night So you've decided to plant a row of street lamps It's okay Leave it to tomorrow to figure out How to generate the energy Stop forcing everything Let the primordial song return to you on its own When it feels the right time