my biggest disappointment is why my eldest daughter

my biggest disappointment is 
why my eldest daughter
why the daughter why
cannot see the disappointment
feel her father's distraction
the wasted energy
it took to keep her free from
her aunt's instigation
negation of our family
a surreptitious entity 

i would rather see her funeral
than see her at your wedding
my hatred is unending, unbending
for the pain she caused our parents
for trying to tear our family apart
with her blackened heart of jealousy
her resentment of my wife
her vengeful stroke
thumbing her nose,laughing
hysterically at the slammed door

i cannot disregard her
or put her under ground
at her niece's finest hour
beyond the deadest flower
smelling like a Rose
a dead Ray in Zimbabwe
abandoned Dad in Miami
deserted Mom in D.C. 
like gifts of dried-up Play-Dough
love cannot be re-molded

how could you invite her,dear daughter 
the woman who poisoned our water
who passed your father by
when the Shanghaied angel cried
and had me stepped aside
to enter our home
swooped down upon
in a long distance telephone
cackling like a witch in delight
the computed lie in the night

how can you not see her intention
how could you take her part
at their end our parents realized
there was nothing in her heart
i guess i will just ignore her
when she floats into the reception hall
when she smiles at us so sweetly
malice meant 
bribes for her redemption
she will spend her last J.A.P.* cent

12-1-15

* Jewish American Princess

read what greed for property does

read what greed for property does
seek their enemies' allegiance
beyond what colonists take for granted
on the path of least resistance

await high tide when the full moon rises
slip in undetected
walk amongst evil incognito
like smoke in the wind, unaffected

the peoples' ubiquitous army
appears here forcefully mitigated
help the Lord  lead from destruction
peaceful and unabated

karma on the side of the righteous
the world will soon be cleansed
move it along by doing no wrong
feeling what is sensed

come on ye warriors young and old
grasp wanderers on the land
erase the trail of their obstruction
thrust interlopers in the sand

arm yourselves with history
read through struggles free
from popes and putrid destiny
to mighty rightists' infamy 

11-27-15

i never said the riverside was not dirty

the main culprit cigarette butts

chewed-up 
spit-out 
beetle-nut pulp

a straw

 a fast-food chopstick 

an eggshell shattered

over the ledge 

paper cups

plastic bags scattered

spongy wood bench

to which my shorts are plastered

spat upon by 
some filthy bastard

despite the sign of warnings

of carelessness forbidden

a cement factory processes

 jolts of knocking stone conveyor 

the Han River mill's satanic soundtrack 

added to washboard speed-bump rhythm

slowing no car down or masking the sound

of sputtering motorcycles obnoxious ground

through miles of smog

mountain mortuary giving homage to fog 

pylons like clothesline pins my dream 

modern madman's electrocuted stream

a filthy place, i never denied

as a bug crawls off my pen to hide

a worn-out world superimposed

on the river as sweet as a rose

over which graceful egrets swoop

butterflies flutter, dragonflies zoom

white-tail weeds bend to the moon

in the overdue days of a tiger fall

cool killer breezes covering all

creepy insects ceasing their creeping

ants finding romance out of my pants

lost drifter cycles with pollution so vile

as the Han River recovers its beauty

for a while

11-20-15

travels take planning

travels take planning
step by step and no sidestepping
while traveling within the mind
roads materialize
destinations quiver in overheated sun
mirages appear and oases quench
the thirst of the thinker out of body

the will of another breaks the spell
obstruction that interferes
yet my mind has many detours
when the urging of others
makes the ends of threads longer 
winding through avoidance
at every compass point 

direction that the good Lord lends me
no sense resisting
break the barrier that leads astray
and go with the woman i love 
in the dark of the night
with a soft place 
to rest along the way


11-10-15

the hobo stays out all night

the hobo stays out all night 
where bugs bite by the dyke
pastime alights without a fight 
too fatigued to go on home
green-tiled urn mortuary's
gleaming gold gilted sign
loses its luster
as the western sun slip under the smog blanket
pylons piling on electrical smells
through peak viewing hours into the night
sleepless hobo tossed until dawn
running cross the plate
dressed in an old ragged uniform
from out of the night 
and no more accounts to settle

10-31-15