Spew

 Photo from AP

Spew

The hottest flow on Earth is Eyjafjallajökull

Ash lava molten rock a spill 

Of magma clouding the atmosphere until

Jets cease their flights to Albion

All the while gushing down below

Black oil making the Gulf of Mexico

Abyss of death crude poison flow

To darken Earth's oceans with pollution

All the while our spokesmen spew

Hypocrisy and spread their filth anew

Rimming rentboys as they frame lewd

Laws for banks guns sex and constitution

What wrath quake whirlwind cataclysm

What recompense could ever right

Our sullying of the garden of delight

Our vile spew our deadly jism

Fifth of May

 Self-Portrait from Moma 

Fifth of May

As my partner in husbandry celebrates in drag

This Cinco de Mayo I watch once more Frida

Watch her kiss the goatee mouth of Trotsky

Watch as they climb the Pyramid of the Moon

Teotihuacan where I too ascended the Pyramid

Amid my youth full of love and dreams

Unafraid of the skeletons of Mexico's dead

There is no monogamy for old lovers or

Straight women for desire is too strong

Witness Frida's hair strewn about her 

Beating heart torn away as if by Aztec god

Until  in Paris finding existential liberation

Frida Kahlo and Josephine Baker dance 
Revelation freeing Frida from Rivera's grip

My partner dances in a bar called Heretic

As I wander past the blue walls and peacocks

Frida's garden of love and pain

My twenty years against her twenty-five loving

Diego

My crashes nothing compared to hers

My art shallow beside her depths

Morphine takes her through her day of the Dead

Wine softens my solitude on this Fifth of May


Jack  5/5/10 

Silence and the Stars

Silence and the Stars

They are  dead as dinosaurs

Silence and the stars

Like a wailing banshee

Sirens engines jackhammers

Yard blowers bombard with

Decibels our lost hearing

Blast away the essence of poetry

Gone from our sight the stars

Millions of lights in a universe

We can no longer see no longer hear

As mercury vapor lamps blind us

As trucks of the night dump their

Noise

We toss in a night emptied of rhyme

Ours is a world without Wordsworth

Whose quiet and whose stars were ever with him

Jack 5/4/10

May Pole

May Pole

Forty years ago there was a bloom

On my cheeks and Narcissus in my eyes

The finest women kissed me

Sucked the life from me for all I was 

Worth

Boys kissed me too though rare

Was the quest for my very being

So much more the Ecstasy we felt

Stars in our eyes in that all consuming

Orgasm

Today such fountains of desire rarest

Eruptions of spontaneous love

Awaken me as we lurch toward revelation

As you use my sperm to call forth your own

Nirvana

Jack 5/3/10