one agenda

Dubya's crusaders
like bin Laden's Jihadists
bring the Eschacton

means to an end

Crusading bigots
eager for war-time powers
stoke war in Iraq

broken

China barn's wisdom:
"if you break it, you've bought it"
Dubya bought Iraq

vision lost

Crusading bigots
in bed with venal oilmen.
Dude, where's my country?

open-ended

Bob Gates announces
decades-long occupation
proves Bin Laden right

outgrown

big whale, tiny pond
unable to navigate
within these constraints

slow peril

Death claims us piece-meal
in this bland saltless milieu
so far from the sea

disservice

They call this "service"?
Five bars and still dropping calls.
Cingular just sucks.

whaleswansong

inner compass gone
I aimlessly circle these
brackish dead waters

excellent antioch adventure

Misguided whale song:
"skin monkeys got no rhythym
keep cramping my style!"

corruption

Randy cunningham's
politics smell as bad as
his septic hot tub

vox poopuli

For the same reason
diapers and politicians
should be changed often

Duke Cunningham

Moral turpitude?
Or just his nasty hot-tub?
Something smells rotten.

spirited out

Some things we swallow
fester evilly inside
until we purge them

potentiality

Magic mundane egg
nestled in my warm heart fire
dreaming a new world

augury

North wind brings blue skies
while the west just brings the fog.
South heralds the storm

within bounds

Twelve dense syllables
challenged to evoke a life
or a soaring flight

haiku

One sparkling snap-shot
of a life's shifting textures.
Lapidary verse

mirror of life

Many-layered world
evoked so imperfectly
ambiguous verse

Executive excess

A scheme so lawless
tapping phones without warrants
even Ashcroft balked!

fast final

All landings are loud.
Approach fast, and the wind screams.
Approach slow, and crash.

optimize

Don't fly the thermal
if you can fly just the core.
Bank up and fine-tune

nepotism

Regents' alumni
staff this administration
as fleas staff a dog

timing and seasoning

Potatoes on launch
should be pushed into the sea.
Potatoes need salt

incurious George

Where are we going?
And why in this handbasket??
George seems not to care

for every action...

I suck the beers down
tomorrow, I'll feel heavy
the beers suck me down

no checks, no balance

Dubya runs amok
spying on our citizens
and Congress does squat

beyond bipedalism

Feet churning the void
we launch our wings on the wind
and spurn gravity

focus

Feet tread on nothing
while air lifts up our gliders.
What is this 'nothing'?