Colorless Green Ideas

The ancient greeks had a saying: Every virtue is a median between two extremes. This is to a large extent , true. Americans can be over the top. Everyone can. After 911, we went over the top. We developed some of the most intrusive laws ever created - the Patriot act being the shining example. A government that already held too many ties to corporations - suddenly found itself with a former CEO holding high level meetings to define policy. How do you think they were driven? Do corporations act in the interest of a nation, or their shareholders? And so it goes. Insurance companies hire people to draft legislation, and take elements of reform that were intended to finally end the medical industry insanity in our country, and instead expand a law - which will soon go into effect - to a level of complexity that defies perception. It's centerpiece: you are required to buy insurance. And a few days ago, with rain approaching - I decided to head over to an indoor pool and go for a s

Perhaps once before night I kiss your cheek You smell faintly of vodka and the black sea Perhaps once before I fly I wipe my tears B.O.A.C. I close my eyes and say goodbye and the darkness falls away I stand in a place we have both never been before The sun rises white Its light blue And our eyes tuned to azure ray I reach up and out and into my own heart and dispel the blackness there and find that I can breathe the air And you and I are strong again We turn and touch each other's skin And once before the night the blue light of our star catches the fall of your hair and I remember you as you really are Mother and flower that blossoms out of the aeon a memory of green

A viral revelry your music wends its way through me a symphony of memory wrapped in the innocence of sleeping children Your eyes your skin your heart the flat of your abdomen and my calm hand next door tv flashing blue frames on the wall You and I forever and ever and the older we grow and the more we know the less we show We are who we are not vampire made of stars And at last I admit that I can do without your innuendo and my drama so many years driven in between us cutting through my heart and breaking my bones Who am I, Teresa? I am a dragon. I am a song. I am a man. I am a fool. I am a poem that quickly changes its tune. I am the alpha and omega. I am a lover. I am a friend. What am I, Teresa? I am a monster. I am the passive aggressor. I am the prayer. I am the wind. I am the star. I am the darkness. Catfish to God.

It's funny how part of my body remembers you My cat wants me to forget bringing fleas and disease Its sharp white teeth into my leg does not dispel Memories of Green I want to feel the cool earth and the touch of grass and your scent To close my eyes and feel alive and be a part of you again And so I move next to you and curl around you and we sleep and dream