Lunacy

Seven times today
an infamous alert: the cell phone
in your pocket
(hopefully not demagnetizing
your BART card) needs charging.

In "It is the Rising I Love" poet
Linda Gregg documents quaintly how
"rising" and "falling" in struggle
"desire" and "suffering" in life
make what?
Her book is called "All of it Singing."
Not everyone sings.

Sarah Palin looks like Maureen Dowd
who hates Sarah Palin. A pink cheek
veteran standing next to his wide-eyed wife
takes delight in telling MSNBC "she gave the most
macho speech of this entire convention."
In deed.

Pampered white chicks go
to "third world countries"
on Music TeleVision
(it's a show called "Exile")
where they learn to
appreciate how they live at home.
Agh: the price of educating society
and making daddy proud.
Some/bodies gotta do it.

A lanky nerd walks by, swaggering
almost as if to proclaim: I made it through
high school alive. Believable if he
hadn't been wearing a shirt that said:
"Shakespeare hates your emo poems." Berkeley.

High winds and terrible tides revisit
the place they demolished three years ago.
And like Nargis in Burma, the timing of it
beckons you to abandon theism. As well you
should. Even in New Orleans: not everyone
sings.

The cell phone
in your pocket
has not only demagnetized your BART card.