Sun Bear. Matthew Zapruder

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      San Francisco

      rainy season

      you pull on

      your boots

      I call them purple

      the label says

      Aubergine

      you leave

      for work

      and by a jolt

      of atavistic

      sadness electrified

      I move

      once again

      to the impassive

      black desk

      to clock

      in for my eternal

      internship

      at the venerable

      multinational

      not for profit

      Lucid & Dreaming

What Can Poetry Do

      In Africa people are angry.

      They are climbing embassy walls

      and burning whatever is there.

      Each time I click on some words

      and read what we call news

      I feel certain some people

      while I was reading have died.

      I know I am here merely reading.

      I just sit in my room and worry.

      As always I can do nothing.

      So I close all the portals and go

      deep in my mind to discover

      something about Tunisia.

      Tunisia of desert silence

      broken by occasional battles

      where a man set himself on fire

      then revolution then elections.

      Tunisia whose cosmopolitan

      capital city Carthage

      the Romans completely destroyed.

      Tunisia where they filmed

      the familiar home planet scenes

      of the space movie we all stood in line

      a million years ago to see.

      I don’t know anything else.

      Now I remember something

      I once read about the forests

      people are carefully growing

      far from the capital city.

      The trees are eating the poison

      probably much too slowly.

      But still they take the particles

      and even if we don’t deserve it

      our air is a little clearer.

      It’s like the painting I saw

      of a witch in the forest

      her hair in a black column rising

      like smoke from a burning structure.

      She was dragging three or four ropes

      the color of umbilical blood.

      She was guarded by her wolf familiar.

      At first she terrified me.

      Then I saw she was causing

      certain spells to protect

      far away new mothers

      whose children must in the middle

      of great violence be born.

      The men surround the embassy.

      It will never be clear who sent them.

      For a moment I feel ashamed.

      I breathe the clear terrible air.

Public Art

      I hate bees E. said

      holding a spoon

      and I thought how zen

      to admit it

      for without

      those mechanical golden

      creepers moving

      among the crops

      with powder

      on their wings

      unbeknownst

      we would

      be super fucked

      they are

      said G. refusing

      a small ceramic

      cup of wine

      necessary

      and therefore good

      even that one

      stuck in the lamp

      will just go to sleep

      when you do

      we could see

      part of her face

      frown slightly

      then smile remembering

      how good it will be

      to be awakened

      at that hour

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