ZETA ACOSTA, O Scar

--Revolt of the Cockroaches, Oscar Zeta Acosta

Oh Song! Song so Terrible wants a Tongue?

Go far away from me, I want None That.

It has the Closed Eyes of a Children’s Morgue

“No, don’t cut him again! It’s Enough, Stop!”

Enters Oscar Buddha-like Rotund.

Just as Original as Ben Franklin .

But more Alive than Dead for a Martyr

Does not Die in Vain when he is Bettered.

For that reason, the Song is a Mercy

It erred at One Time but has come to Peace.

The Killer in me uses Verb Phrases

No longer a Muse I wander a Means

For Nonviolence to Foster a Great War

With Peace and all its Munitions, my Scar.

Elitism

I am as Russian as a Russian Jew.
I can spell everything once and again, Ruth.
It is something within me c'est l'Amour.
What Hollywood does to the Jews, OM,
Refer to it as Communist than annihilate
Cinemas was Nothing so much Sold,
The oldest occupation not true Sir
Philosophy is first and first alone.
Zionism returned from Eisenstein?
Snarky shit attitudes gorefor Einstein?
No, the Sun cannot take it abhors Time.
Wants to Rebuke and Refuse you its Lights.
But notice the difference and doubt the Sky.

Ode to Arab Men

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The Art of White Roses in July, Death

The bloodhound white roses stricken with fright

Like the Cyclops greet the Voyaging,
beauty driven forth to die will descend.

The loss of its Light to sparkling vines, then

 Appearing comes to my Tree, a  my Mind,
rustling green Leaves undertake sentience

Quickenig breathe the ether of Timefalls

But against its decimation, it Wields

Itself as Itself and as none other,

the life of mystery the ground endures

by eternal promise it defies death.

All at once in a bloom it expresses.

What by the Listener is wanting is heard.

But back to the rose, to its contentions:

that it is what it wanted to be

a license to lose Authority frees

a dream is a song and a song a dream

The law of poetry suffices all.

The sun takes away what a stem has lost.

Both were taken to the task to UnDo.

Finish the fiction what it did not Do.


Repetition is rhythm-forsaken rhyme

Announced an eternal introduction

De-clawing itself of its vexing scratch.

--Verdant their ventricles glowed as they Breathed.

A brain is as an imagination

a rhyme is its principle offering

though it have no other purpose the Same.

--

Are these the final qualities of art

are they the afterthoughts of yesterday?

The Desert Muse

A child sells chicle at the Border.

Williams who loved Babies was Annoyed by them.

Especially if they were asking for Pennies.

We are all Poets We all get Perturbed.

School never meant much to the Absentee

Who was once just a baby himself right?

Learned to make it by dying each night

awakening to the sunlight's Beauty

As a new memory forgets the past

puts it inside of a paper envelope

Just like a Poet is likely to do

Roll the whole Universe into a Mast.

Propel it toward the Passion's Fire

Into the form of a Child's Figure

Couldn't Did

being pariah is actually pleasing
little birds stop to color your sky pink
you play as you sleep through your Dreams they See
everything ahead of time again twice
some memos are barely being taken
no eyes see what couldn't did happen
only we knew the truth of it and then
they were blastd our roots down to nothing
Our questions so simple to answer truth
Soon there were squads of toxic negators
Hate spewed like acid into reunions
It is so weightless to be made nothing
Invisible lesions grow curious
A brief moment of joy lasts three hours

Like

La La Lady Bug

Oh what a lady bug   I saw today

bigger than dust smaller than my finger

red and black spotted-miniature beetle

What are you doing on that green grass blade?

underneath the petals in shade of leaves

my innocence returns to see your eyes

they are so beautiful you avert them

I seek your whole image I verify

You are a Lady Bug so what am I?

A type of Being so big and so wild

How can you trust me I am a human?

My weakness is my dumbfoundedness

I marvel at something mysterious

Instead of speaking straight to the Issue

I obfuscate I hum and I whistle