by
Scott Watson
October, 2015
swbotl@jcom.home.ne.jp
Waterfall
smoothing
rocks
soothing
thoughts
soothing
mind me
POLITICAL POEM
We can be
anything
for each other:
mother
father
sister
brother
Aunt Mildred
partner
friend
lover.
We are
amor
phously
all
God, if at
all, is now,
here. Just
as we are,
aren't we?
On benches under
park trees
homeless old
timers lounging
with their gear.
If their grimy faces
appeared in a
painting that costs
a lot of money
would they be
welcome in your
home?
EEL DAY
OPEN A WINDOW
THE GENTLEMEN
There they all are, shaking hands, patting shoulders. Cleanly dressed. The
good people, the fine people; educated, in possession of rationality and
high moral values. Men of stature, men of state. Some aspire to join their
club that is called Civilization.
Just as becoming a member of certain LA gangs requires killing someone
in a rival gang, becoming civilized requires some barbaric act such as
exterminating millions or incinerating entire cities.
PARADISE
TICK TOCK
Nevermore
will this nation war.
So went the pledge.
So reads the law.
That's the f/law
with governments all:
there is no silence.
Natural disaster.
Nuclear disaster.
National disaster.
Cupping you
these hands
mountain stream
WHAT
EVER
A universe's
loneliness is
me too even
asking what's
for dinner.
Sendai, Japan
Oct. 2015
Scott Watson