This
anxiously clear temperament
hides behind
a tiny edge of history
It's
winter in California
with a light blonde spring
attraction of blossom
One
asks the golden ram
of 2003
with its innate opportunism
and cautious selfish ways
What do you see
in the year to come?
"What
do I care
about the dreadful karma
about to be dispersed
through your kids
who inherit the blood debt
of bombing the cradle
of civilization
into oblivion"
The
Psychopath pretends to care
his little prune face
screwed up
into an approximation
of concern
gargling his speech writer's
rhetoric of pre-emption
Oh
stop me from going on
like this when I wanted to give
Homage to the Air
that lies so still on this day
and publicly unites
with life's common breathing
like rain
which can't be owned
yet is as original as the face
of the body politic
being born
February
7, 2003
