8:13 TAO
Numerical questions posit
alphabetical answers.
A second hand imposes
sudden death rules.
Best then to accept ties
and play again tomorrow.
Tax Bill II
There’s no refuge any more
unless your home’s a tower.
The elite just won this war.
Rich folks have the power.
Corporate tax gifts handed out
by Republicans no doubt
help the wealthy, hurt the poor.
Medicare may be no more.
Billionaires who own estates
dance now behind golden gates.
Middle class will take the hit.
Merry Christmas. Eat some shit.
Deficit receives a load
youth will pay for down the road.
They’ll drill in the arctic, too;
soon be eating caribou.
Say goodbye to wildlife parks.
Load endangered onto arks.
Country can’t be great again
when the greedy always win.
Ruling classes don’t play fair.
One percent’s their only care.
Kleptocrats have just one fear:
angry voters come next year.
Rise up, O ye "lower classes."
Throw these thieves out on their asses.
Eggs of Infinity (1976)
The eggs of infinity
hatch and roll, downhill,
to the season of their choice,
where they are boiled
in an era of reality,
salted heavily in tears,
and served up to the thieves
out in the undergrowth,
who sell ’em back to God,
who never sees ’em.
Character Assassination
They offed my favorite soap opera character.
He was poisoned and strangled, found dead in a crashed Porsche.
Could have been his mercenary stepfather, mistress, daughter or maid.
He’d recently argued with them all, though not at once.
And his recent heavy drinking problem was getting in the way of his coke abuse.
Maybe it could have been his dealer or the drifter he’d abused at the station.
They found an eight page suicide note, penned by his spurned wife,
pinned to his pant leg by a large kitchen knife. No fingerprints.
Daughter has disappeared with stepbrother. Were spotted on another network.
Maid and mistress, both beautiful, have grown close and whisper a lot.
Evil stepfather is same suit size and has a huge closet. Drifter was in a union.
Could have been his bookie. Horse tranquilizers were found in his blood.
The only ones who cried at the funeral were his wife and the drifter’s lawyer.
Plant Life (1974)
Press the petal to your hand with my heart.
It needs you beyond the mere forest of our limbs.
While bitter tears in barren ground remain,
This seed must grow larger than our sorrow,
Pollinating the dead. Our dreams will rise
In flowers and our fields will join in love.
All the happiness we know will be this earth.