Little Border Girl (Draft 5)

A collection of sorrows done:

Remembering
a trek to the border

Don’t touch
No toque

The private parts
done

la vergüenza
the shame

The screaming girl
with the gathering of children
done.

The screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage
furled up in foil
because

reporters, who
seem fatigued
and biased, refused to

see the face of things askew,
that they’d blur and silence:

corporate legal demurs to stir
Dominum Pupa too,
puppet master unskewered.

They gave her a children’s book
and she screamed. The kids
crammed beside her were
frightened to death of

the screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage.

She was not a virgin anymore.

The librarians unbidden,
biding their time, gave her a book,
Little Red Riding Hood

Henceforth, like a grim tale,
every stark night
the nightmares began
in the plexiglass cage

Little Red Riding Hood
met a coyote in Mexico
in the woods
on her way to
Grandma’s house

The screaming girl
scared the kids
in the plexiglass cage

The coyote asks,
where does Grandma live?

America

In her nightmare
ella camina bichi
naked

The girl in the plexiglass cage
bleeds, and Grandma has
big teeth in the dream, but

unbooked,
ella fue violada,
raped by
el gran coyote malo

terror for the kids
in the plexiglass cage

because there have been
no heroes to pay the debts.

Private parts of shame
done.

Little Border Girl. La niña fue violada y la prensa no se dio cuenta.

[The girl was raped and the press did not notice]

They’d be your daughters, and but for
the grace of God, your little girls
would go on an adventure
to America, and yes

the screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage
is unseen because

reporters, fatigued and biased
refuse to see the face
of things they’d need
to blur and silence:
corporate legal says it
embarrasses Dominum Pupa
himself, puppet master.

They gave her a children’s book
and she screamed. The kids
crammed beside her were
frightened to death of

the screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage.

She was not a virgin anymore.

The librarians unbidden,
biding their time, gave her a book,
Little Red Riding Hood

Henceforth, like a grim tale,
every stark night
the nightmares began
in the plexiglass cage

Little Red Riding Hood
met a coyote in Mexico
on her way to
Grandma’s house

The screaming girl
scared the kids
in the plexiglass cage

The coyote asks,
where does Grandma live?

America

In her nightmare
ella camina bichi
naked

The girl in the plexiglass cage
bleeds, and Grandma has
big teeth in the dream, but

unbooked,
ella fue violada,
raped by
el gran coyote malo

terror for the kids
in the plexiglass cage

because there have been
no heroes to pay the debts.

Ella Camina Bichi in Her Nightmare (Draft 1)

The screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage:

reporters, fatigued
refuse to see
the face of things they’d
need to blur and silence:
embarrasses Dominum Pupa
himself

They gave her a children’s book
and she screamed. The
kids crammed beside her
were frightened to death of

the screaming girl
in the plexiglass cage.

She was not a virgin anymore.

The NGO’s gave her
Little Red Riding Hood
and the nightmares began every night
in the plexiglass cage

Little Red Riding Hood
met a coyote in Mexico
on her way to
Grandma’s house

The screaming girl
scared the kids
in the plexiglass cage

The coyote asks,
where does Grandma live?

America

In her nightmare
ella camina bichi
naked

The girl in the plexiglass cage
bleeds, and Grandma
has big teeth.

Blue Rhyme Blues (Draft 3)

Wherever you are blue
soon be here

for me and a tune
for the avian loon
with her blue moon,

soon be here lingering

you here in lieu of these here
on tippy toes waiting to sing

Wherever you are blue
soon be here too

come here soon
out of the blue
just because
you like me to rhyme

from wherever
you are blue
soon be here, yes

Listen

I miss what
we were when we partnered
and how in a saunter, we wrote it:
the glee of sweet banter, ’cause

though

you’re more into Shakespeare
and I’m more into e.e.,
we’ll meet in a kiss, and
complete our bliss
writing poetically together

Down here

Come be a blues melody…
I miss rocking you baby dear

Quick Draft Poem headed for the trash

Blue Rhyme Blues (Draft 0)

Wherever you are blue
soon be here

for me and a tune
for the avian loon
her blue moon,
you in lieu of

Wherever you are blue
soon be here too

come here soon
out of the blue
just because
you like me to rhyme

just soon be here from
wherever you are blue

Listen

I miss we when we partnered
and how in a saunter, we wrote
the glee of sweet banter, ’cause

though

you’re more into Shakespeare
and I’m more into e.e.,
we’ll meet in a kiss, and
complete our bliss
writing poetically together

Down

Come be a blues melody…
I miss rocking you baby

Funding Manslaughter for Science (Draft 2)

In the spirit of global comraderie,
the People’s Institute of Virology
is thanking you now in retrospect,
kudos for your Dr. Faust for funding us.

Yes, true
dealt a woo hand, the Institute
needed funding for naive research
we cited for comity and gains

Yes, we chortled and urged:
Give us your poor tired
huddled money for our
Gain-of-Function research.
We’ve got the bats and
you’ve got your Dr. Faust

Ah so beautiful the many stars
in the constellation of SARS

But the best of all in uniqueness
has a divine Spike protein, and
it shines brightly in the heavens
with a glorious furin-cleavage site

Spike the ball as they say
because you insouciantly
gave us a win; hegemonic
chaos, pandemic, and sin
for Yuēhàn Doe Pandora

The Confucians said
about chimeras that
the bat jester was
in charge of an
infectious laughter,

but it is as serious as
opening the gates of a zoo,
so the Director can take
money for hunters
to sample the bats
both ZC45 and ZXC21*

And it is said by Faust,
Funding manslaughter
is always a risk worth taking.

What a novel thing that
our propaganda wins

And the stars of SARS
shine brightly beautiful
for the glory of the party.

We infer a Confucius quote:
Learn first and give birth later to
the tyrant of the under-temple,
His Highness X Yuēhàn

Do not
make war; trust and just
leave bellicosity to us

Thanks Mr. Lefty Doe, history densely given
the decadent ones of the West, for
your hooligans praise us, and
we love them as much as
our ruffian farmers
in a fond Orwellian sense

Do not
make war; trust and just
leave bellicosity to us

Learn for peace that we are the Dominant Power now.
We are the wise humans of the Global Community
and you are the Neanderthals of Westerns with test tubes.

Funding Manslaughter for Science (Draft 0)

Dealt a woo hand, the Institute
needed funding for naive research
we said for friendship and knowledge

Yes, we chortled and urged:
Give us your poor tired
huddled money for our
Gain-of-Function research.
We’ve got the bats and
you’ve got your Dr. Faust

Ah so beautiful the many stars
in the constellation of SARS

But the best of all in uniqueness
has a divine Spike protein, and
it shines brightly in the heavens
with a glorious furin-cleavage site

Spike the ball as they say
because the Americans
gave us a win; hegemonic
chaos, pandemic, and sin
for Betsy Ross Pandora

The Confuscians said
about chimeras that
the bat jester was
in charge of an
infectious laughter,

but it is as serious as
opening the gates of a zoo,
so the Director can take
money for hunters
to sample the bats
both ZC45 and ZXC21

And it is said by Faust,
Funding manslaughter
is always a risk worth taking.

What a novel thing that
our propaganda wins

And the stars of SARS
shine brightly beautiful
for the glory of the party.

Soda (Revised)

Soda (Draft 5)
[I rejected this a long time ago and put this aside because the objects used as metaphors were all mixed up. So for the “fruits” of love, the fruits were mixed up and inconsistent*]

Love’s first miserable fruits are mashed, and
bubbles of thought are bottled like fizzle

It’s cherry mash on lips of ideas
a waiting kiss awaits a bliss, but lips

will sip a lament like grapes, some
lingering thoughts in fermentation, but

bubbles of thought are trapped, and
capped in a soda bottle
for shipping away.

These thoughts of Liz are brewing
like ideas in effervescence, and
bubbles in cherry foam form
a pressure to open a lid
an expectation for fizz, though
a warning label pleads

thought bubbles are trapped.
Don’t shake me; I’ll explode, but

let the bottle break
for foam across the table, for

the genie of the vapor
will make a cloud of bubbles
and tickle laughing Liz.
================================
*
Love’s first miserable fruits are mashed, and
bubbles of thought are bottled like fizzle


It’s cherry mash on lips of ideas
that sips a lament like grapes, such
lingering thoughts in fermentation, but

[The mash can’t sip. It’s the lips that sip. The wrong subject is referenced in the second line. If the subject is “lips of ideas” then maybe second line should be “sipping a lament like grapes,” as a dependent clause modifying “lips”]

bubbles of thought are trapped, and
capped in a soda bottle
for shipping away.

These thoughts of Liz are brewing
like ideas in effervescence, and
bubbles in cherry foam form
a pressure to open a lid
an expectation for fizz, though
a warning label pleads

thought bubbles are trapped.
Don’t shake me; I’ll explode, but

let the bottle break
for foam across the table, for

the genie of the vapor
will make a cloud of bubbles
and tickle laughing Liz.

A Cluster of Genes

My father died first
as is usual.

After my mother died
I got all the papers.

During a night of thunderstorms
when the power went out,
I opened the forbidden box,
and lit a candle to read
the genetic test results from
the Secret Project she had been
convinced to participate in.

It was a cluster of L genes,
and they told her the meaning
though it was top secret.

They recommended abortion
because it was too horrible
to bring such a fetus to term.

She refused. And
I understand why

I have become
more invisible by the day
because

I have the inability to love
or to be loved as did she

And I have to do
my own termination.

The New Alcatraz of 2031 & The 5th Grade Class of 2021

2031 Is a Good Year

The finale is justice
for the California 5th Grade Class
of 2021, bloodlust done.
A new 2031 Alcatraz filled.

Twenty and twenty-one year olds are
adept at trite confession but can
lose their appeals and appeal
when these gangsters brazenly
brag about the 10,000 killed

A graceful fearless dance
they did without appearing in class

roaming between rioters
they showed
their skill with cross-bows
and their artful knife play,
admired by the Hyena gang:

such olympic swiftness
like a game for the Ancients

President Genghis says
I will take from every man his will,
kiss every wife and possess all else.

There is a weeping tax
for every willow tree
and every green field

I am the ruler;
you are the regulated.
Praise me because
in victory
nothing I’ve pronounced
can be amended

I reign over the lightning, and
astride a rocket,
I ride the rainbow