Resistance Poetry 2020.10
Trapped in a mist-bound guest house in Nepal waiting for clear weather, I was taught to play Bagh-Chal by a Nepali Wharton graduate. He was a wonderful and patient teacher.
Bagh-Chal is a game of unequal power. One player controls four tigers, the other, twenty goats. The tigers try to eat the goats by leaping over them. Goats cannot kill tigers but, using their greater numbers, can immobilize them and protect their own.
When you begin learning the game, being a goat seems a hopeless proposition. You are destined to be eaten and fervently wish you had been born a tiger instead. But, over many games, the truth is revealed. A savvy herd can beat the tigers. The weak and numerous can blockade the strong and few.
Democracy is Bagh-Chal writ large. You know who the players are. Chances are, you are a goat.
Do not despair. Separated, tigers will pick you off one by one. Work together and avoid becoming lunch.
And now, the perfect pre election day poem for America:
‘Consciousness’ hits The harmony splits I remember things that I ‘have to do’ Just a moment ago I was floating on flow…
Some days Satan offers you peace Some days he kicks you right in the teeth Some days he’ll talk Some days listen Some…
You strut around the stage Like a peacock waving its tail You don’t seem to recognize That the world is bigger than…
We called ourself a poet once But now those days undone Behind before chance glance eye-lanced The…
Empty leaves no longer clung Leaves empty as a page My breath beyond no shorter sprung Again before unrage
all that’s left of him
the fire woman snaps him between her teeth, the click of truth against his words summoned from a beast, from another…
The Loathe of Alice
Alice found herself staring back vacuous –jaundice cat in her looking-glass. The malice of Alice …as such she…
Hanging on to harmony
Ironic, how this Iconic text stings the audio reading of Sapiens magnifying complications stripping needs and wants
He tips those behind him and Says watch my back will you. Great success, mowing up the line, He tips those in front…
Trump announces …“Feeling really good! Don’t be afraid of Covid.”
He arrived all Benito-esque & conquering,
Fractured feet Broken toes Backs whipped bare Flesh and bone Sleep tight The field awaits tomorrow Bloody fingers…
So Much Depends
so much depends upon a glossy black fly bold as a revol ution sitting on a white liar
Fires In Our Guts and Hearts
Sigh. Guess I am a Demon Rat, And not a Trumpeteer Rodents, screeching, in our brains And yet, what can you hear?
Silent Dog Whistle Falls on Deaf Ears in January 2021
Think of a world without the piper The one whose tweets calls forth each viper Silenced, at last, the guy with the…
A Nice Lady Dismisses Climate Crisis
Let’s just pretend that we don’t see The greatest threat to humanity Let’s ask Ms. Barrett and she’ll explain “It’s a…
The Great Debate of 2020: The President’s Perspective
You answer while I talk. Talk above you. Talk below you. Talk around you.
This morning I was doing self talk and self affirmation. Then something unexpected happened; I got into an argument…