right now no proof
of poetry at all in you

an uncut gem
in your mouth

when you clamp down upon it
it will fire up in there 
will shatter into light

but what light

Too true — it feels good
to swing a hand
and connect with a
hard yet crackable jaw.

Hard for some people
to get this:  most
criminals I’ve known
had mountain-high self esteem.

That war thing, the one
where we rush into it singing?
We’ve tried for years to stop it,
and it keeps coming up.

Anger, said the Dalai Lama,
is unnatural,
yet every baby I’ve ever seen
knew from birth how to make a fist.

We cannot be
the enlightened ones
when we can’t even speak truth
about who we are.

Ignore the gurus
and prophets.  We’re killers
to the core and deep down,
we know it.

What we do to survive
is form societies,
then learn to kill
inside their lines.