Whose News?

Ours is but to do or die

Television is the reason why

If you like telling people what to do

A TV networks the thing for you

First they laugh

Then they cry

When you’re bored

Just make them die

To make a body thats alive

All you need is lots of jive

Screw their eyes to the screen

And their life is but a dream

Suicide assisted by TV

   Got yourself a hot zombie

A gesture

A gesture, a step across the room

Trails an invisible wake

Of swirling vortices in the air

Snaking like a stream of clouds

Downwind an ocean island.

An eyeblinks lashes propel

Tiny nets of eddies within eddies

Complex and invisible as a cell of hair.

Sending out light as old as the sun

A galaxy swings its starry arms

Like cream spiraling into coffee.

A river carved on Io, moon of Saturn

Traces out blood gathering veins

On this writing hand.

Ask Beauty why

It is Wonder, child, Wonder alone

Slave Alive

there is oil in the ground

mother bury your dead

there are diamonds underground

father bury your dead

sons and daughters all gone down

their blood now black not red

the rich become much richer now

sleeping in their bed

children sleeping in the ground

dreaming in your head

each one wears a diamond crown

their song a sliver thread

maybe you can hear their sound

or maybe you're well fed

the sun is shining on us all

the hungry and the fed

if I can stop to think at all

all I see is red