You ought to celebrate
a new dawn
ere the wasp had come to warn
the dire need of virus infection
inflation
with no explanation

twas your lucky day
man
here's a toast in my hand
so now stand
o man!

But what makes me wonder still... you are so hopeful... that our poetry read they will...
while you have no exposure to the www ... to show
who have and who won't...

till you broaden your vision...
on the Internet by more explosion

A woman who works for Médecins Sans Frontières
tells me how she and others battle on
despite the constant setbacks.

She says it can take a day sometimes
to travel twenty miles, on sand or mud.

They know supplies may not arrive on time
but every moment's precious
such are patients' needs.

She says that people die quite often
after treating them for weeks or months
as if such tragedies came with the job.

my whore is better than your whore
just ask as many men as you can see
my whore was their whore long before
my little whore was just my whore and me

I knew it the first time we met
my whore was, simply put, the very best
the way she moved, the way she dressed
without a doubt a slut above the rest

so I put my whore on parade
got her all dolled up for the party scene
and reveled in my dance with fame
me a walking arm in arm with my queen

Thoughts
swarm my mind
like bees do
around a honeycomb

I am
My memories
My desires
My prejudices
And fears

I express myself
In a chemical stream
Of nervous energy

But,
What about the thinker
Where is he

Can I find him beneath
The seismic shifts
of an overactive consciousness
Does he envelope the activity
or
is he subservient to it
This enigma
I have been grappling with
My entire life