The Counter-Intelligence Movement

An aggrieved populace lives for lies.
They believe in their own entitlement.

This whole healthcare thing is a real problem
Says my neighbor
In his slippers
From the other side of the fence.

He intimates he doesn’t like the new president
Or the proliferation of debt we’re incurring

But in the same breath,
He complains about his own social security,
They’re not giving a cost of living increase this year
They’re going to cut my Medicare

Where’s your compassion for the poor
Don’t they deserve access to more
We’re all poor, Christ, can’t you see
Taxing the rich doesn’t apply to you and me.

I see the giant cross you’ve got hanging
Does it have no real meaning.

The Maenad

A woman giving birth
Sucks light
In to her intransigent den

It’s a sacrifice

She’s plastered by
The sensuous frenzy

And dispels elation
To preserve
Her wombenly disposition

From bestowing
Expelled placenta
In her hands

But these differences are irreconcilable

The baby breathes

Leaving mafficking mother
Orgulous

Look what I’ve done
Look what has come

The maelstrom
Of empty uterus
Imbibes the light
Like wine

Her dipsomania
Is giving life