things i think i know i don't know

digitally
enhanced photographs
of saddam's
sons
dead
mutilated
harsh
faces of death
on the internet
with a warning
for graphic
imagery

i look
i can't help myself

it's what the u.s.a.
is showing the iraqi
people as proof
the sons are dead

heads on poles

ann is beside
herself

i can't
even talk to her

it's
so barbaric

i'm
left

without
a word

i dare
not utter

 

ann left a note

ann inks a note
WAKE ME UP WHEN
U WAKE UP
but i did not
wake her
up

she is sound
asleep with a
box-fan blowing
over her sprawled
across our king-size
mattress

she needs her sleep
& rest
she snores
as i walk in the dark
down our hallway
to piss
i hear her snoring
but here in our den
at the other end
of our hallway
all i hear is
that box-
fan
hum

soon
i will
join
ann's
deep
slumber
meditate
spooning
her
meditate
upon the starfield
from our bedroom
window

 

father's little helper

i try not
causing
uproars
but if
i remain
bottled
i'll explode
murder
suicide
devise
torture
chambers
kidnap
katie
couric
video it all
ebay it
bigtime
get fast cash
split before
the feds
hit
& they
hit
hard
one quick
hand-off
this
for
that
then
run
run
as
fast
as you've
ever
run
stop next
week
count
yr
blessings
bow
to
buddha
to allah
to a grandfather-faced god

either that
or be
me
steps away
from
the gutter
if that

oceans
sway
loose
edges
of stone
tumble

tenuous
is this
cyberspace
life

whereas
the meat world
is a flower-
child's dream

gloss us
water-color us
molest us
make us photographs

 

as night increases

beer on this friday
night
not a drop all week
long

i upturn miracles
green thin aluminum
guzzle
it very fuzzy down

soothingness
washes over
me
i float float

over
all
i
am

or
ever
have
been

 

grand statements

lisa is quite upset.
she tells her dad,
homer, "just because
you say something
doesn't make it
true!"

homer is
absolutely
oblivious
what
that
means


oh
honey
he
gushes
that's so
true

 

eleven at night

it's an erie eerie hour
as if time sucks
up into some vacuum
bits of existence:
digitally-enhanced
photographs of saddam's
sons' dead faces:
earth as seen
from the international
space-station:
there are 70 thousand
million million million
stars in this segment
of the milky way
galaxy:
what's life?
nothing.
nothing
whatsoever.

 

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                                           ...and john hennessey

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