Owl hooting at 9 am,
drunk on the sunrise,
UV rays emblazoned tattooed talisman beneath it’s wings, wringing responsibilities out every feather,
aching to sleep as sibling hunters arch flapping for the dark, seeing naught but by sonar, sensing morsels scurrying across the ground,
resounding senses: big eyes made pinhole by languorous light laying across strigiform eyelashes; the sounds of birds of day now prey to perfect vehicle of aerial predation; the touch and taste and smell of warmth afforded only those that soar in the sunlight.
Sleepless sibling creature, cast chasm between normality and nostalgia, never not novel, nesting doll testimony of increasing indignation at status quo.
Just because things have always been this way, doesn’t mean they ought to remain.
MY FRUITY SQUAT TENT TOY,
HALF HEX, HALF AX,
ROARING POWER RAIL,
RAPTURE TEXTS BLEAT ELM,
HAUL SEQUIN SWEAR ARMS FLAWED,
MAY DONE GREATENED TEEN TERM, CRY DOWDY!
HAIKU PAGE CUTS CUB CAT SMART,
PRIMPED PIED BED,
EARNED, WORN, SUED,
CHANGED COMET IVY.
STOUT SIRS, NOW OUT TOXINS,
WANNA STARE COWPIES MAD?
BIB HIKED SEX WOUNDS?
HERALD DRAFTS PAST NO AMNESTY?
WAIT, WE WAGE GALE CLOAK,
PORE PISHED, DAZED, ANGRIEST, SCUDS.
CUBE NOT OWED, NOT SHUT, HIVED,
TIME FOILED, YOUR THORN LUNGED,
NOTED IN SIZE.
RIVERS EX, XI, DONER HAD AH AGES,
ZIPS PUNG ZIT BIT PI PITY BRA.
ELK LIFT TOED OMEN NINE BUDDY HOE,
QUIDS, FIG, CARDS ENRICH AILED.
CART CLAY ALTO VAT JO JOT AT SNOW,
MORES MORE WORE.
DRAPE TOP STOP GO ALP GLOBE
COB OX WAXED CARE ICE, CARE RIFLE,
JEAN, ZA ZINE FOLDER LEG SWINGS NO DISH,
TAINTS TURK BULKS GUT VAT,
BANDY DIVA HONEY GAY YEAR.
BORED BEY BINGES GIN, TEASER SHORTS,
SLURS HOUR FADS, FIT DIM TAMP,
POLITE ACE ANY OWN,
TOT, WONT EWE,
VIE ANTI VIOLA LIKE JAVAS AS AFT.
NEON OR DIRE DRAM DAZE ME, ZEE HUT HE
HUNG QUAG AX,
QIS PI CIS PI.
This Passover I shall pour out wine for the spilt blood this year:
In Israel and in Palestine,
In San Bernadino,
In Stockholm and St. Petersburg,
In Afghanistan and Iraq, yet,
In North Korea,
In Somalia and Nigeria;
How many more plagues do You inflict on us?
Ten times ten thousand sorrows afflict these
You crafted from clay and
to wear on the world You Gave
and Man accelerated decay,
craftily choked it with carbon,
but it made buck,
and at what a bargain].
Where tyranny still reigns triumphant,
and shall mourn in this celebration
that we are so much further from
Tikkun Olam תיקון עולם
than it seems
that we have ever been.
I would wish a chag sahmeakh חג שמח
but I cannot muster it,
for all this
Blood in the sand,
“This year we are slaves.
Next year may we be free: