SALVO!
every morning some new arrival,
every morning I dwell for a moment
clearing dust from my guest house
where all come for entertainment
plodding across this welcome mat
muddied but open. twice recommended,
both rumi and buddha blow in from the east.
today it feels like a demilitarized zone
always on alert awaiting the next salvo!
my place is placeless, a trace of traceless...
the whole security council of every nation
at the open door, yet focus my soul says:
remember your humanity and forget the rest.
I turn to close the window hot tea in hand,
honey dipper stuck to my nightstand.
paper is still needed for sticky cleanups,
eagles have rebounded,
sleep is a status symbol,
headlines and podcasts stuck in active query.
listen jesuitical, it feels like I was hit by a truck;
deniers attack, chemical gas, true or false no more flags;
the coming incompetence crisis is already here.
I have had enough,
I gasp for breath, psalm...
palms smell fresh, green..
red ribbons, pink ribbons, too scared to gather,
now a sheltered garden is in my head.
fruits ripened in exquisite frost,
pears clinging, melons bleaching
here in this guest house of only lemons,
forbidden fruits, and dried figs in the sun.
clearing out for some new delight,
the east and the west stuck between
the north and the south,
the warfare model no longer works
for the modern world. war is failure, can’t you see,
everyone is defeated.
I can’t wait, nature called. the mind and the gut,
it sounds like shit. I am not up from the ground
or out of the ocean, I belong to the beloved.
I can still navigate by the stars…
ovals -salvo!
in my rocking chair IT one off, swing.
musky tweets of driverless cars,
hyperloops, and speedy antipodes.
focus on the team and move forward,
forget this constant wind blows
and talks of space war,
three and the black man is free.
spotify plays radio repeat,
nuclear
reinforcements from the cloud
filling the air with alert for the next salvo!
really, even in the music?
no one knows thy enemy!
we no longer need the word citizen,
hacked sirens, overnight more bombs drop!
hermit underground goes tribal,
There is always the next salvo
building to a crescendo!
haunted by men, I say where is this future?
In this crowd of sorrows sweeping me out
I will stand for the last laugh naked, except for honour.
kind... a momentary awareness,
that guest house over there is a human being,
being human...
hivemind declares,
beauty without strength chokes out life.
entertain that there are no more guest houses…
nevermind men,
dark thought, shame, malice,
what of this be grateful for what comes?
looking for lessons again from beyond,
one language; what will be, will be.
beyond quotes of worry and anxiety, I am free!
What a prayer! some final solution a M E N
what prayer? annihilate in kind,
still, nature sang after the salvo rang,
all hail! amen...
