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August, 2003

Dorchester, MA


You haven't seen the last of the rainbow garter snakes
Xerox poster campaign, subway ads + public serviced
Announcements.  One can pay to be locked up
With a mess of snakes for an authentic
Garden of eden experience, pay in any of several
Currencies.  These wriggle and slip like wild snakes
But are not poisonous.  No one's ever been hurt
Though most customers try to  kill them from fear
Or disgust or revenge.

Diasporic: spores cada dia vaya con dios

Pregnant revolutionaries sift through letters
From old lovers, childhood pen-pals, grandparents.
To them, none of the thousands of letters
Seemed as good as the one they'd written
First.

Which is the Cadillac among feelings: which
The Honda, the hybrid, the taxi, the
Limo?

Obvious=true because I said so

Chill: there's enough parsley and peanut butter
For everyone.  Chill.  This word's had a slow
Chilling effect on my joyful anticipation.
Hot words chill slowly, which can lead
The speaker further into cold country
Than is advisable for retreat without damage.
Thus hot word-bearers are often scarred
Inexplicably from frostbite, blackened toes
And of a greenish pallor.

State of the union: international hit parade
Target monopolists of capital, copyright,
Language, authority, emotion, time

Presidential press conference: target practice

Eye sockets undetained.  Retina scanning
Prevent being scanned. Model surveillance
Subject identity posted online to comply but under
An assumed chat room name.  On the ground, take another name,
The unsurveilled ground, a shrinking ice floe.
The body veined like blue cheese
Cheese that crumbles it's so good
Veins of where it breaks the very
Sweet sharpness that makes it good.

His underwhelming enthusiasm spawned aggression
In my sleep.  Unadorned, hungry, long-running, enveloped
In cotton sheets, my black cats' claws plying my throat
Just bearable.  All of us have to decide is it enough?



© 2003 by the respective poets