2015

I am a Jew trapped in a Celtic face
The one both like and unlike you
The first to become a citizen of the World
Ready to renounce Religion, Tribe, Clan

Sweating the Middle East through
My brain, giving my heart to Asia
Hoping for the discovery of new
Exoplanets and the emergence

Of a self-aware AI, some super-intelligence
It’s a corrupt world still, however
There’s nothing left now but
The food of humor, surely not the Environment

I live at the edges, study the fringes
The Immortality at the sleep of dawn
Her dreamless dream of virtual reality
It’s bluer than a violet’s edge

I am a Jew trapped in a foreign face
One among the homeless that lines for bread
And a last cup of clean water
Before water is stolen from Canada
By the United States of corporate greed.

The Female One Who Put Things in Order

Your body is as firm as bread Edible since you came out of The oven of life, to ovulate Four hundred times, scant opportunity To be a mother, I remind you The gravity of your attractiveness Is the taste of …