for peace

[firsty]

praying for peace
begging for peace
hoping for peace
wishing for peace
wanting for peace
needing for peace
singing for peace
shouting for peace
dreaming of peace
thinking of peace
whispers of peace
screams for peace
tears for peace
fears prevent peace
war is fear
fear is terror
terror isnt war
terror isnt fear
terror is a fraud
terror is a game
crying for peace
desperate for peace
hiding for peace
scared of peace
frightened of war
frightened of fear
frightened of cries
frightened of peace
begging for hope
singing for dreams
wishing for whispers
shouting for screams
kneeling for peace
fighting for peace
arguing for peace
bargaining for peace
posturing for peace
peace is not ego
peace is not one
peace is not two
peace is forever
or nothing

[joel]

He entertained a fetish want of peace
at diner parties loud and crowded, filled
with laughter, catered to poorest taste—
but paid at highest price: appearance makes
the cut if still integrity subsides.
He served apologies with twisted smiles
that gleamed through mixed drink, cocktail glassy eyes;
and blatantly and honestly, with no disguise
required. He mingled down the parted aisles
of guests assembled, passed his grin for strides
of confidence and juxtaposed: Who takes
me for a pervert? I am shamed, disgraced
when I but lack and yearn for calm. And thrilled,
you raised coquettish words to its decrease.

[jimboloco]

wonderful poetics

when i was in the air farce, just after i had declared myself against th bombing in 'Nam, etc, i remember this guy from Mississippi, a white son of a plantation owner, like my aggie uncle in Loouisiana, with black folks who lived there in shacks, paid a pittance, he said that i was "confused" he did, with a gracious southern genteel smile, he was training to fly b-52'zzzzz.
ansure his folks were proud.
i could've done th same thing, played th game
would've been honored within my family
a louisiana hero, but no,
i fucked up and bailed out
ejected
rejected
a "neurotic wimp," another guy said
about born on thh 4th of july ron kovics,
ah
so we're either perverts or neurotic.

mortified.
but water bears no scars
when it runs off a ducks back.
quack quack quack!