•After the Prophet• (Haiku Review)

After the prophet haiku review


37. •After the Prophet•/
“Tale of Sunni-Shia split”/
Annoyed me greatly/

38. Three-Fourths “Game o Thrones”/
Ancient political fights/
(Ignoring our World)/

39. A readable book/
Of humanity’s foibles/
Islam’s beginnings/

40. Covering the start/
Without much magical faith/
Erases beauty/

41. No explanations/
Of the rituals’ meanings/
Focuses on men/

42. There were no motives/
For anyone’s behavior/
Worthy of scripture/

43. Most facts obscure truths/
Lessons of human nature/
Are rarely divine/

44. Hazelton’s book won’t/
Make connections between “now”/
& Islam’s first years/

45. “After” erased/
Millennia’s behavior/
& implications/

46. Chapter 15 STARTS/
To cover politics/
Of modernity/

47. Showing the motives/
Of living malefactors/
Renewal of hater/

48. I want a good book/
Contemporary motives/
Hatred’s revival/

49. This book simplifies/
History to justify/
These stereotypes/

•In The Heart Of The Sea• (haiku review)

33. Finished history/
Of whaling shipwreck •Essex•/

34. The Inspiration/
For Melville’s book •Moby Dick•/
Was a gripping read/

35. Interestingly/
The Blacks were eaten up first/
(Not those who jumped ship)/

36. A heroic tale/
Of 19th Century life:/
“Life” wasn’t easy/

37. Industrial life/
Aboard floating factories/
Of cetacean death/

38a. Wealth cheapens living:/
The search for portable oil/
Displaced men’s labor/

38b. Before oil reading/
Required tallow candles made/
Slowly, locally/

38c. The cost of reading/
Or any nocturnal light/
Was prohibitive/

39a. Ingenious workers/
Industrialized murder/
To enrich a few/

39b. Ingenious workers/
Industrialized murder/
To light people’s nights/

40. Whale oil lit the night/
Of Victorian bedrooms/
Permitting reading/

41. The value of light/
So widely squandered today/
Was a luxury/

42. Fine Parlor reading/
Made necessary whale oil/
Ere petroleum/

43. Species’ destruction/
That some few might read at night/
(Free-market logic)/

44. Men worked factories/
Floating charnel pyres making/
Convenience back home/

45a. Inhumane danger/
Is the skeleton of ease/
In whaling’s lamp-light/

45b. Inhumane danger/
Is the skeleton of ease/
(Modern convenience)/

46. Like petroleum/
Labor is concentrated/
In oily barrels/

47. Like petroleum/
We endanger some species/
So some can get rich/

48. The logic of wealth/
Rationalizes taking/
For some to have more/

49. Whalers risked their lives/
On floating slaughterhouses/
For decent payouts/

50. We risk the planet/
For digital convenience/
Fueled by whaling’s heirs/

51. The planet marches/
Down the path oil’s wealth has paved/
(Ease “über allës”)/

52. The Essex’s men/
Three months at sea without aid/
Lived heroically/

53. Difficult living/
Impossible to survive/
There is much to learn/

Spatial Mass Production of Oppression Sonnet

20140618-093744-34664696.jpgGleaming galvanized mass-produced fences/
Looping concertina wire, chain-linked checks/
Assembled minimum wage defenses/
Adorns buildings old & new: the hex/

The architecture of oppression has become/
Leitmotif of modern society/
Protection of pecuniary sums/
From unwashed masses of the laity/

Grand spaces of former democracy/ grows the mold of Guantanamo’s new style/
Easily assembled theocracy/
Detritus of oppression by the mile/

Freedom will be stolen by production/
Not some foreign uniformed invasion*/

*Not some swarthy brown person invasion/

Musing on Privilege

44. I rattle my cup/
Against the bars of my cell/
In luxury jail/

45. Privileged inmate/
Aristocratic prison/
Luxury problems/

46. My gratitude reigns:/
(Don’t worry about others)/
(Work hard & fear “them”)/

47. Today’s “gratitude”/
Must remain unexamined/
Like schadenfreude/

48. These moments of “peace”/
Protected by cruelty/
I never witness/

49. So thanks to the guns/
Dead soldiers and families/
Keep this lie working/

50. My peace is built on/
Oligarchical terror/
Imposed on the poor/

Open Letter to Facebook

Despite all my fine rage/
I’m still a rat in a cage/
Bars of fiber optics/
Locked with apple products/
Through my window touch screen/
I can see systems obscene/
I try to make additions:/
Meaningless petitions/
As long as money’s free Speach/
The internet lacks reach/
So I will go buy stamps/
And mail elected tramps/
Demand better actions/
The real world has traction/
So I’ll shut off Facebook/
And stop being a schnook/
Today I’ll write congress/
I’ll demand some redress/
The internet doesn’t/
Change anything cousin/
I will act physically/
Think philosophically/
Because “tagging” and “liking”/
Totally lack meaning/
So send me a letter/
I like them much better/



Memorial day/
Celebrating unjust wars/
Heartbreaking moments/

Originally posted on Read Between the Minds:


with the blood-soaked mortar
of its youth
high-rise tombstones
mark society’s grave
the graves
of the war dead
are placed
the city walls
marginalized in death
as in life
symbolically recalled
once a year
the chaos of death
is replaced with
designed tranquillity
a park-like environment
to ease the guilt
of the living
for what they’ve
their leaders
to steal
from the face
of the earth

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Nirvana Lost

Nirvana: destroyed/
In a flood possessions/
Purchased to please me/

My limitations/
Provide boundaries I need/
To make me better/

Ev’rything I want/
Pale reflection of ego/
And paltry desires/

Happiness requires/
Limitations’ Acceptance/
And self-denial/