Sunday, January 30, 2011

don't reveal your muses or sources

after all we live
on the edge
of that deep dark
fault line
from whence all
become categorized
by authoritarians
gasping the stale air
of historic irrelevance

let them starve

--- e b bortz

(published in, Jan 31, 2011)
(published in Trumpet Call, Green Panda Press, 2012)

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

riding the blind wave

are just words used
(even after a lot of thinking)
to do nothing
but ride

not that there's
a case for optimism

what looks bleak
(after the inertia)
is the motion
that cleverly disguises

don't take my crooked metaphors
you can do better

inquire within

--- e b bortz

Friday, January 14, 2011

sorry things got so dark

i'm no kind of "ist"
"crat" or "can"

don't ever take my word
for anything

no need to be a snoopin
my secrets are your secrets

leave that search warrant
in the trash

when we wake tomorrow
i expect the only surprise
will be snow...i'm just a
patriotic shovelin s.o.b.

hand me the internet
on a platter and i might just
eat it

i wanna start over with
new bygones

--- e b bortz

Thursday, January 13, 2011

violence in our bowels

we own it
it owns us
color it
every conceivable
shade of omission
yet it chews like a tapeworm
your gut

football or fatigues
rationalized uniforms are prayed to
the west was 'won'
in fiery
destiny becomes

be honest
those innermost images
are a predictable story
bloodstained heroes
whitewashed cowards
when in doubt
attack & hide
in the gospels

the way forward
becomes cliché
our backs are turned
from history
unclaimed demons
come between us

--- e b bortz

Friday, January 07, 2011

for the democrats who repeatedly vote for the corporate parties

i blame you for the wall street bailouts
for the drones and carnage of afghan families
for the millions of homeless and jobless
on our own streets
for the impoverished students
dropping out
remember the fakers who still occupy
the altars of legitimacy
in unions
community organizations
on city councils and in congress
the sell-outs who feign

they all hide but you give them cover

if a reckoning is coming
it will surely wipe
every ass-kissing smirk
off your face
strip all the tv-juiced-cosmetics
& hair enhancements
i'd love to see your real face
you can look at mine as well
spit in my eye if that
satisfies you

i'm ready to walk the pain
with you
plant a tent
in lafayette park
asylum exists
when we take the first step

--- e b bortz

(published in, Jan 2011)