New Poem. “Crazy as a loon.”

Posted on March 14, 2012

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Crazy as a loon.

“Crazy as a loon!”

They’ll say, but let them.

They have no feathers to escape with

                            or beak to browse with.

Loony as I,

who wouldn’t choose to fly

away from nine to five & church only on Sundays?
 
 

God.

   My God.

        Your God.

            Polyamorous.

                ‘Their Gods.’

                    “IT,” seems to be bigger than Sunday,

                          Bigger than wars “IT” didn’t start-

                                                    Or care who wins them.
 

When’s the last time you heard of Buddha’s war?

Ghandi’s war or saw a picture of Jesus with a rocket launcher?

Revenge gets you nothing but licking the feet

                                                                   Of those your given to hate.
 

Have you ever seen truly dirty feet?

I have-those in a nursing home &

This is not a wise place to end a poem.

   

“Crazy as a loon!”

They’ll say.

But when a Chinese girl threatens

to cut up your turtle you’ve done something wrong-

likely, very wrong.

                                            In the interlude:

                                 You can’t beat this machine

                    With arrows or bombs.  But beaten with ideas

                        above money, bones, blood & cheap fuel-

                such simplicity shouldn’t keep us from a new flag.
 

And I have digressed-

“Crazy as a loon!”

They’ll say. But let them.

                        They have no feathers to escape with.

Only wings & bombs to train with.
 

Poe. Bach. Debussy.

They had it right…

Sing…sing…sing…

Make God’s voice another man’s tragedy.
 

Justin Kirby, Copyright 2011.

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