for Alex and Kyle, collectively

Drillers that wade out into the indigo sea to dig up billion-year-old tar and sell it to any who might like to try flinging some – or loads – into the air, thus changing the chemical composition of our atmosphere, ice, water, and soil.

Oh! Here’s one: there’s a class of companies that yearly persuade us that 50,000 deaths per year – many of them children and moms – is a reasonable exchange for our right to drive their explosion-powered two-ton metal machines.

Those who bought your great-great grandparents/uncles/cousins farms, genetically engineer new crops them, patented said crops, and sues others whose humble crops cross-pollinate with theirs.

The Guys that Keep Your House from Freezing in Winter and Burning in Summer
Businesses that make medicine for sick people
Mountain decapitators and evisceraters
The people who store all of your data
Corporate Assassination Firms
Justices of the Peace
Hospitality Rooms
Deforest Stations
Ammo Factories
Bomb Factories

Federal Prisons
Police Stations
News Stations
City Councils
Fire  Stations
Art Galleries

Hospitals
Senate
State
US
?

“Business
is booming.” The sound at the end that sweet little idiom that cute cliché – the onomatopoeia of all of it booming – recalls for me the bi-montly shelling of Palestine. Bi-monthly? Why not? That’s right around the time we enjoy the expiration of options – puts and calls –

of blue
chip stocks.

about the 54 @ 27 ::

It’s that time again!

When I was 23, I read this stupid article that claimed the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Well I freaked out like I do and cranked out work like I can and it resulted in 46 poems written at 23. A year passed, I calmed down, then I freaked out again two years later and wrote another bunch of poems called 50 at 25, all written before I turned 26 on April Thirtyish.

Will I keep up this twice-my-age regimen on the odd years? Who knows.

But this year?

This year I’m trying a more holistic approach. 54 poems crammed into next spring will kill me, guaranteed. But one a week? That’s doable and the blog has languished of late. One a week-ish I can do.

So let’s do this thing.