Je Suis, Je Suis


So many live on and want nothing,
and are raised to the rank of prince
by the slippery ease of their light judgments.

But what you love to see are faces
that do work and feel thirst.—Rainer Maria Rilke

now that i’ve trimmed/edited/cut down
my once extravagant wants
into the simplest of needs
for food, roof over head, blanket
against cold, simple threads
of graciously received
and hand-me-ups

what’s left is some
cloying residual fear
of masked grunting princes
invoking their righteous king’s’
promise of bedding
heaven’s 10,000 virgins

bursting into my comics-filled
work room armed with
an arsenal of killing,
blowing my child’s head
into bloody blobs because
my name is charlie
as in “good grief!” brown
and i believe in a god
who laughs.


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