Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Something Other Than Truth



 

It's something other than truth
When they talk
Something other than truth
Won't let them hear
Something other than truth
Must rise like a cobra
In a basket
And sway and strike
"My check isn't coming
I can't pay my bills
My doctor is gone
I am dying"
Something other than truth says
"You are not dying
Because you are not real
There are owners of emerald mines
There are those meant
to work and die
In the pale green light
Of the narrowing tunnels"
Something other than truth
Like an esophagus shot through
With a Johannesburg diamond
Like a crane metallic-ripping
The land that forms an island
In the middle of a lake
Digging and removing
Disappearing land
To finally falter
And topple
And vanish
Itself

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Guy Gets

 


guy gets a part time job to pay for health insurance
the full-time job & the part-time job
stress his body
his mind begins to falter
guy is tired & gets injured
at home doing some task
now guy can use his health insurance

Northwest Midwest

 


Sunday, March 9, 2025

Put the Pictures of Your Saints on the Wall

 

Put the pictures of your saints on the wall
You're going to need them
You're going to need the black and white photo
Of Thelonious Monk in wrap-around sunglasses
Perched over the piano ready to construct
Angular cities of notes
You're going to need the picture of Keith Jarrett
Fronting his European quartet
At a club in Sweden in 1974
Conjuring abstract forms in gospel piano clusters
Put the pictures of your saints on the wall
You're going to need them
As the stalking metallic hyenas
Who want to snatch the beating heart from your chest
Approach the gates of the city
You're going to need the postcard picture
Of Andre Breton sat down at the table
Of another cafe with another cigarette
Taking a break between writing
And seeing the friends with whom
He was seeking to expand the domain of the heart
Riding a skiff through underground Paris canals
Emerging out the side of the Atlantic bluffs
Into a sea of stars








Tuesday, February 11, 2025

SONG OF THE MAGA



We'll Finally Be Happy
when trans folks have vanished
when queer folks : in closets
when companies : whites only
when women : no vote

We'll Finally Be Happy
when no books but the Bible
when Pope Francis : excommunicatus
when empathy is over
when only we can see doctors

We'll Finally Be Happy
when nature says 'uncle'
when the seas are all molten
when no limits to workweek
when the children : in mines

We'll Finally Be Happy
when Jews live in fear
when Muslims know our hate
when Black people know shame
when we all Nazi salute

We'll Finally Be Happy
when all planets are conquered
when some of us : immortal
when art is reigned in
when their dreams are our dreams

We'll Finally Be Happy
when pollution : no limits
when animals: no rights
when refugees : refused
when the disabled : shut out

When we have all of this
we will finally be happy
when we have all of this
we will finally be happy

for one moment
for one breath

until we need more

- dh 2/25

Sunday, February 9, 2025

A MERITOCRACY



Of the ruthless
Of the heart castle-walled
Of the soul space-jettisoned
Of the dull dreams
Of the flat staircase
Of the surface oracle
Of the malconnected
Of the leaving-the-human-arriving-at-zero
Of the doesn't-understand-the-divine-in-the-animal
Of the seeking-the-wrong-god
Of the damned

THINGS THEY WILL NEVER KNOW

 



70,000 years ago
weather events large animals
accidents bad luck
had us down to around 5000
croucheddown in caves
under cliff faces
burrowed into warm sand
we emerged again somehow
some dispersed
caught by the wind
into new lands
and watched the seeds
how they fell
into earth then sprouted
into something strange
bloomed into something magnificent
we told the harvest stories
don't try to be like a god
don't fly too close
to the sun with wax wings
didn't matter
we enslaved people
caged animals
attacked forests
when nothing else was
left to take
it was next
our shining ideas
symphonies written
in hangover states
syncopated calabash rhythms
tapestries necklaces rings
the shape and heft
of a canoe a rowboat
songs sung going to battle
songs sung returning from battle
chinese watercolors
of mountain lands
brief eggshell poems
written about those paintings
your mistakes
your embarrassing photos
your dream journals
at least if they went up into
harvested to sell
back to you
they almost got it all
but i am thinking things now
imagining things now
longing for things now
i will not tell you
and they will never know