The Pro-Fascists Among Us

people say antifa a lot
why don’t they say profa?

it’s a word
its mug is published in online dictionaries

sometimes you need to come up with something to scream
when a toxic hand is approaching your throat

Written October 23, 2025

Tribe

they’re not from this country
or maybe i’m not
what i am    i think    is listening
trying not to escape into the native awareness
of a fieldmouse    a lynx called bobcat
a guard dog who is relative to those
who transcended the gap between north asia and alaska
once the ice allowed travel again
with human friends    whose tribe name has long ago evolved
and here i am    in california    listening to talk in a language not english
lynx    field mouse    guard dog    soccer scores
tribe calling itself human in different syllables all over the world
so    tribe    what mouse or lynx    would care more who won the game last night
than why that dog across the street    is barking?

Written October 21, 2025

The Eyes

what was war?
you turned off the transmission this morning
the eyes of your coffee are still watching you

he’s trying to invade a place that was part of you decades ago
the romance of collapsed buildings that inspire your fascination 
the hills rehearse the ghosts of tomorrow’s dirges

what were the eyes of your coffee?
what did they see in the dirges of the hills?
you shift    your romance    a collapsed building

Written October 20, 2025

Presidential

trump    presides
from on top of his golden toilet

everything passes

Written October 7, 2025

As Gravity Soars

we trade centuries down the
smooth rails along the ancestral stairs
left our ghosts up top    their staring shock at us
their disbelief that gravity could be so much fun

is gravity fun?    entire courtrooms clear their throats
the wall of mist behind the observation seats
and frowns worse than even a judge could show
even the sounds of traffic behind the barriers
is a slow growl    maybe played backwards
you would feel their teeth    so throw flowers

throw flowers    weightless monkey wrenches
puffs of air of a world that exists in all weather
in their flight there’s joy and song
embodiment of love in the world

Written October 3, 2025