Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
celebrate independence day, even if you are disagreeable to contemporary political strategy.
out of my ear:
"Come clean, wipe it clear"
She lets it sit on the floor
as if the carpet laid bare
could cover more
than an ear could spare
but the drippings leak
because seals break
over time and plausibility
she sits with thoughts dripping from her ear
as though she and I have nothing to fear
about food, about drink
about love and what we should think
"I do love my fellow man"
but she said she did not understand
"Is it sexual, sensual; this love?"
All I could do was hold her hand
Waiting for the day when my ear drips
will drop in my hand and I'll collect them
for paper, pen, and plan.
Then they'll all understand.
The nights when I have no dreams are just like my days when I have no play, and I can never get them back.
-- rev. m
Jackass and I are in league to rid our minds of wasteful verse. Consider this the rubbish bin. Or the circular file.
This thought occurred to me while I was supposed to be working:
Showers on the revelry came unopposed
No umbrellas or hats stopped the drip drop
from the tip of my nose
Save a lone redwood that stood as it has always
Trapped on all sides by concrete like so many
Public school hallways
I’ve walked past them all in terms of ability
But the “restraints that be” called down their “almighty” power
And have pacified thinking free
Unfortunately, motivation escapes me
At a time when “liberty” drives the fist
And pollutants cut down trees
And I’d love to stand side by side with these
Peoples of the world loving their trees and falling
Side by side on their knees
Trying to stop the policy from unfolding, the bombs from blowing
The babies from dying, the art from burning, the people from crumbling
And the tanks from rolling
But I work and go home and work again
Drink corporate beer and sleep too much through life
As I smile at corporate friends.
These days I find I’ve too much time
Devoted to those things I despise even though I know
The time I have is mine
And I’m made to think this is the path I chose?
I will not believe propaganda lies from the self-agrandised
As long as nature’s water drips from my nose
As long as the redwood stands I will be a man
Not a cog or a piece of the pie, you and I
They don’t want us hand in hand
They want us buying every stitch of land and cars
And CD’s, movies, clothes, technologies, health,
And stocks, locks and bars.
They like us afraid of those we don’t regularly see
They conjure up images of beasts killing and maiming
Not letting people be
But they are the killers and haters of those far away
Unsettling and uprooting the poor huddled masses
To make way
For a new world, new American century of conquest
And destruction, a remolding of the earth in God’s image
At God’s request
And I thought all along that God didn’t exist
The churches seemed dead, the clergy looked dead
And I found the whole institution trying to resist
The pull of life, the tug of the free and the willingness to be
Happily, dutifully committed to the success of the human race
Not the propagation of fear over the seemingly free.
A couple weeks ago I happened to be rolling down Centinela Ave in Los Angeles and I turned to KPFK, the local ultra-liberal free-radio station, and heard Ralph Nader speaking in Washington D.C. a couple of weeks ago. I've got the link to the rush transcript here: