Oskar Wild is my Name
Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde
(Felis Catus)
I am stately kindly lordly and muscular
gee whiskers marmalade rusty and ginger
pumpkin tangerine mandarin and orange
DNA pre-programmed male gib with yellow eyes
leapin lizards defying gravity with no thought of 9 lives
cat ti tude message preaching to humans
I’m not yours…you’re mine
with a swish of the tale and warmth of a cuddle

Hello…E(arth)
on this day love is the spice of life
on this day life was hopeful
on this day a friend in need is thicker than water
on this day a flight of solace
on this day a baggage of doubt
on this day a ladder of sexual madness
on this day an abyss of deftness
on this day a camouflage of despair
on this day a wailing of solace
on this day a crackle of smoothness
on this day a spoonful of grace
on this day the crow is his own worst enemy
on this day adversity fouls its own nest
on this day a bitch in heat justifies the means
Love
U(ranus)

Das Kapital
different ways of seeking out
and acknowledging card carrying
fellow cell party members
flash a PEASANT AGRARIAN PARTY salute
clenched fist thumbs up down or around
turning swords into ploughshares
feeding the masses

Sculptors Peasant Agrarian Party

we are sculptors all
seeking the perfect shape
with quick and sturdy hands
sculpting our communalism poetry
to mould into
three-dimensional art bare stone on the cutting edge

Station de Metro Paris
venting spring warm air from far down below
trees to entranceways bloom first at metro stations
desante de niveau Pasteur train en correspondance
metro Ligne 12 destination Mairie d’issy
debarcation station Portes de Versailles
en route metro wheels hissing against the rails encircled by
scarlet creased faced stocky mustached men with gnarled hands
reassuring slew of European languages assail my ears
akin to being squeezed by wine drenched garlic buds
le Salon International D’Agriculture is back in Paris
merde alors