i learned to blaspheme

 

at an early age

I learned to blaspheme

of course my God

was money

thru pokemon cards

and plastic cartridges

containing computer chips

crafted by japanese otaku

teaching 6 year old me

my native language

 

to learn english

from my grandfather’s enemies

enemies a half century before

me being born

 

my ancestors fought

what they thought

were monsters

 

to them there was nothing

to justify

a surprise raid

upon a military base

on a colonial occupation

of a pacific island

yet we were just another

empire

 

religion and ideology

looked down upon now

although they survive

in different forms

 

in my prime

I took no part

in battles

I only sat in tents

and occupied

public land

and didn’t strike back

when crushed

by the man

 

I followed a now

forgotten black flag

 

then dropped it

thinking others will pick up the fight

 

the Japanese girl

across from me

on the train crossing

over the river I cross

every day the river

named after an english murderer

of native americans

 

the Japanese girl

across from me

on the rocking train

crossing over a dead murderer

wears a camo jacket

w/ a stars and stripes

patch on her drab sleeve

 

all in the name

of another idol

 

globalization

 

I learned to blaspheme

thru seeping structures

deconstructed

do the dishes

i feel like a nightmare ̶

scooped peas out of a stained sink

w/ fingers all chewed up

terror phantasmic skull cave-in

the kind of feeling that’s like a premonition

i’ve done this thousands of times

worked menial mechanized organic motions

thru spacing ̶ being there

not being there

thoughts that could make good poems

but thoughts aren’t that easy

the trick is poetry

and feeling like a nightmare

every once in awhile

doesn’t hurt

Said and Done Before

salt smells and faded baseball cap

like whiskey by the water

loose blue t-shirt and cutoff jean shorts

and torn up boating shoes no socks

too much hair and skin for one human

no technology thank god

just a newspaper clipping all crumpled

and gray the lights at the 24 hour pharmacy

are intangible

walk with me thru the aisles because

everything is bright and melting cancer

love comes from out west

even though we’ve never been

from Los Angeles on out

all there is are signals signals signals

we’re trapped

in discarded images