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    Do you sincerely imagine that the incomprehensible wonder of existence;
    its beauty & impossible yearnings housed within the thin,
    skin-deep protection of vital organs chained to pain & an ultimate
    fate of expiration, has anything to do with this other, puny notion of being alive
    within four walls of name, address, telephone & password pin?

    Forget it brother! Cast-off sister!

    Seaside Sunrise

    Three seabirds circling dawn
    cutting into heaven at the horizon,
    solitary silhouette
    stuck on the shore,
    the shadow man
    dying to be one.

    Hard Times

    No god but a whole lot praying
    pitting lottery against time.
    Churches are empty
    except for the faithful.
    God is a bloody fortune.

    Hard Times 2

    Desire things so badly
    miss the point of desire
    Live so desperately
    insurance against death.

    Work so hard
    to get where you are
    wishing what you haven’t
    forsaking what you do.

    Constantly cheated in the basic exchange
    (work for money)
    even the air we breathe is toxic.
    So many shops we’re so consumer free
    so much money everybody’s poor.

    There is some rhyme

    There is some rhyme, there is some reason
    a little time, a handful of seasons.
    Events knit the cover of our lives
    the who are we & what we know,
    candles of love, burn for a while
    then let go.

    To Mr. Cohen

    Lately we’ve noticed people walking slower.
    Recently met men wondering whether the rubbish is out.
    The Montreal cashier ringing in your new book said,
    “I thought he’d died”
    like writing had anything to do with dying.

    The same man was signalled-out
    by the theft-detecting bleep
    since she’d forgotten to de-code his purchase.
    Later at home, he took out your Book of Mercy.

    He is one now with the men we’ve been meeting,
    those who wonder why it is
    a fellow gets to third as the team strikes out?
    Why heroes turn to holy books in their forties?

    Zimmerman! Cohen!
    If you guys hear something,
    if somebody’s building an arc
    or a second covenant
    let the gentiles know.

    Doing Inventory

    Telephones, cameras & microphones
    full-screen video replays
    all the live-long day.

    Words still fumble on the goal line of communication.
    Meaning gets lost in the jargon warehouse.
    Almost mutes, with only our sight & our hearing,
    the other three senses just get in the way.

    If You’re Willing To Go Along

    So quick & easy one step
    we convenience just about everything.
    Including the thought process.

    We’ve relinquished ownership
    to the powers that be...
    box-store oneness,
    it cheats us out of decision-making
    just like government.

    Won’t tell you anybody chooses to live
    without remote control device,
    channels at will, unlimited text...
    such power in our little hands.
    But when the haste of speed
    is diminished,
    we’ve more time for thought.

    All become puny universe...
    (me-you-us-them global)
    Accustomed to living as the centre of things
    (we’re at centre not much at all)
    trick is being able, at every single moment
    to be the other way round
    (it is the other way)

    TV ads we make vanish at an impulse,
    channels & software we flip like they're burgers
    we eat it all up the bells & the whistles
    index fingers, zap-triggers on careless mental guns,
    we evaporate with similar disdain, the pain
    millions daily endure.
    Satellite images feed the worldwide hunger
    latest calamity or outrage
    audience ratings sell ads.

    Caring for life is a chore
    if you’re willing to go along,
    wiping dust from the leaves of our plants
    brushing our daughter’s hair

    Do you call it yours?
    Then love it.

    This Is The Page

    This is the page where I start shooting from the hip.
    Heart of the matter.
    Don’t look away!
    Are you a satisfied man?
    And her?
    Is motherhood enough for YOU?
    Enough for two?
    Have you even really decided
    or is it all just done to you?


    I am living
    fallible flesh

    not your ideas
    nor hopes

    fertile clay to be handled
    a shape for the unimagined
    unknown surprise
    I am yours

    spirit loves spirit
    in-dwells bone & gut
    wants out
    always away
    from limitation

    these lives but busy inventions
    of what is perfectly hewn
    delicately veiled
    in the sanctum
    our eyes
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