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A Birth

This morning at 2:53 am in a room that was carefully darkened
with the light and hum of electronic machinery
a group of trained cheerleaders
shouting strangely as the sound did not bounce
off the deadened walls
and unknown to passers by
G-d was born.
 
Yet again His forehead was slick with the
water in which he had walked upon
pudgy fingers struggled to quantify
His first score in a long line of tests
that were strangely enough designed
to avoid the issue of his being
the Almighty.
 
Some may suppose the presence of mangers and lambs and hay
but it was truly needles and bleached polyester and cotton
finally here after being lost in 
a bureaucratic maze of insurance
that the coming blessed event
was not marked by a star
but the ritual assigning of
a nine digit number
in place of a name.

Brownsville

I was hitch hiking across country with some companions and we stopped at a bar in Brownsville Texas to make a phone call. Sitting in a corner table was Carl Jung. He had a almost full bottle of blended tequila in front of him and two glasses. I asked him about the collective unconscious. He said “See this room—with the tables? The tables are people's egos.” I looked about the room and there were many tables. Some were clean but others had people sitting at them with different plates and glasses and condiments. He then continued. “The collective id is the floor.” I absorbed and then asked a question: “What about G-d?” Carl smiled and said “This table is your theology, your scripture.” He filled the glasses with tequila and continued, “and G-d is the floor.”

Good Sisters

The good sisters that now lie
in the mud beneath my feet
now know evil because
they've seen it
heavier then the stones and earth pressing upon their flesh
or what's left of it
amiable pathway for the verdant vine intertwining
a wired fence
to keep out the curious such as me
from wondering what manner
of soldier sleeps here.

Kitten Question

On a certain crisp fall day a kitten ran up to me while I was raking leaves. His tail was in the air and all I had to do to make him purr was scratch around his ears. He was brown with a black nose and tail. He looked at me and asked “Do you know how to change the nature of the universe?”

I looked at him and laughed. “Of course I do. I can do it here and now with my rake.”

 

The Entwife

“I belong right here,” she said
and stamped her foot upon the soft earth
that ran far beyond where I could see
disappearing into the rolling hills
studded with ripening corn.

“I can teach you,” she cried
the promise of knowledge upon her lips
and distance in her eyes as she
looked beyond her rivers for wisdom
which she would then gather in her breast
and then cast upon the riverbank
like pennies from heaven.

“I will beseech you,” she wailed
in the darkened and lonely night
to bring justice to the children
to bring justice for the children
that eternally spring forth from her womb.

“I will reach you,” she whispered
as my body slowly turns to sand
a part of my own return to the earth
where we melt and become one.

“I will sing a song, my dear,” she promised
A ballad professing the love of every body
in this crisp autumn morning in Iowa
sunlight beyond words abound.

Banker

On the occasion to be a banker
holding pennies for the the penniless
copper disks conducting
affluence and gravy with the roast
soft to the butter knife
yet so chewy that it takes hours
just to swallow.

Realizing that it's time to be franker
I count, straightforwardly, the value of accounts
an objective guideline
to establish among us who is truly wealthy
and intercept money not proper
redirecting it to a closet
where it can be found and stolen later.

The afternoon sun makes me a forsaker
willing to stay upon the carefully clipped grass
talking of my past experience
and how it makes me wiser
but not smart enough
to get back into the building
when my break is through.