The New Jerusalem Will Remain in Jerusalem


They just take off with others’ names and run amok

that’s just how they do it

in the fury confusion they still stir up to smoke screen

may come to think the renewal of, the New

New York and New England

are west of the Atlantic

pioneers to the new world may celebrate the Happy Isles

with firecrackers and smoking pit fires

their Achilles Heel sold as a brand of shoes

Scylla and Charybdis a possible sitcom

Troy and Ulysses’ native Ithaca

seized and repossessed on encroached Indian land

that’s just how they do it, they’ve learned.

They just take off with King David’s capital name and run amok

just the way they do it to confuse and stir up smoke

if you keep up the fury, fog, and frenzy long enough

you wear down all defenses, senses, and sensibilities

they just won’t remember or bother to look it up

they’ll be caught on your meaningless alliteration

analyze then sermonize ad nauseum

spectacular filibuster and dirty diversion decoy

(oh, yet another lovely alliteration for talking head pundits)

glorious money-maker for conspicuous consumption

selling the cheap remake, retagged, redone till unrecognizable

then boycott the original, ban the designer artist

don’t even mention his name so all eventually forget

But the fact-finders and truth-seekers forever survive

to hold them to it by actually opening up The Book

with exact quotes, citations, and cross-references of the scholar

reveal the original designer artist with name and nationality

credit only those connected to the source

exclude the false messiahs, wannabes, attempting-usurpers

they can pin-point precisely on the map and globe

they can rattle off each capital accordingly and correctly

the New Jerusalem will remain in Jerusalem.

We’ll Have a Healthy Whole Wheat and Rye


Salinger sang “If a body catch a body coming through the rye”

Holden wants most to stand near the edge of a cliff and catch children

any coming close to falling off

well, the Great Depression of the 30’s is over

and the Communist witch-hunt of the 50’s

Actually, maybe the beatniks still have a hangover

But, today, thank God, the best minds of our generation are getting healthy,

thank you.  Finally.

We’re not going to fall off

Thank God, we won’t ever go near

So, you don’t even need to stand there.

The madness is finally coming to an end.

Those children of then, running

today are all grown up, the run almost over

wholesome.  Today, thank God.

we have all but forgotten what polio was.

Anxiety, from Latin, “twisted rope”

Come of time to detangle from all the twisted

lies, falsely in the name of Heaven

to kill and burn

Today we’re saving the earth and its inhabitants, whole wheat and rye

with green eggs  & ham

but skip the ham, bud, it ain’t kosher

and just rephrase the eggs “organic”

We’re finally letting the Light shine through

The Age of Aquarius,

but we have had too much hair in our eyes

adolescent hair phrase, with tattoos and body piercings.

Today, class, I’m please to say the Cold War has ended

We’re using our resources to the max

Global warming?

Only the better to warm thee heart, love

(not to be curt, but they’ll soon reveal the warming on Mars too)

We’re starting to get all the facts straight

and perspective.

(Whew, it’s safe to eat eggs and carbs)


Moses, and the Moses of each and every generation – his job:

To bring us to God, show the way

Mouthpiece, microphone, for Sinai

Never supposed to pray to him, heaven forbid

Moses is just the guide

The direction sign on the dark lonely road

in the desert – an arrow:

“Go this way,” it points.  Up.

and because we follow The sign,

Today, thank God, there’s hope

a healthy future ahead

Yes, a future.

Trauma’s Veto: Making Human History


It’s all written in black-and-white

the area of engagement by chain-link

within the playground all play is permitted

what isn’t is also in black-and-white

and is not play, not for playground

if you get caught

The rules of evidence and procedure

in black-and-white, all human courts

play law within the bounds of the grounds

don’t go out of the lines, play by the rules

law and justice like cowboys-and-Indians

The upper courts lack the black-and-white

rules played ignored or vetoed by above

when rules and lines don’t serve truth and justice

Sometimes they need to pry her open to expel new life

in the name of the plan perforated and torn

do the rules stipulate stitching the holes back together

hold together the older generation in black-and-white

Generations of children spoon-fed by raped mothers

nations fathered by brutalized men

trauma begets more trauma

common sense resolutions vetoed by vice

healthy progress ideas diseased by painful scars

picket fences encroaching on personal space and dignity

hurt speaks for itself over truth and justice

there are no parameters for nuance

cool-headed man-made law by the book

etched in stone for a heart-of-flesh world

don’t let them strip you of empathy and feeling

above will veto by beyond the black-and-white

Ordinary Ordination


they do not always represent the represented

a bag of belief and decorum to sell as charity

good representatives out of reach with cryptic blessings

the bad with clever statements of ulterior motives

the questionable leaders with paved paths of good intentions to hell

turn their back on abandoned wives as good for the soul

presiding over bad matches struck stuck kindled

silence when match lights brush fires

seeing other worlds and names and visions as excuse or reason

people so want to believe, human betterment, immortal help

token of immortality to endure the mortal condition

tell me what will happen, who will it be, explain why

the represented pure truth doesn’t think like man

endless pursue to decipher, understand, perceive

trust in bad representatives with no patience for little us

nor time to offer the helping hand they teach

we are not their neighbors or are as themselves

Tanna Elisha

(sidewalk art in Yavniel)

mon pauvre, Elisha the forsaken

not to be mentioned by name

as big as he was, giant of Torah

really perceived himself locked out of heaven

to be of the famous four to go in the orchard

but not to come out right

did you really think you would be rejected

if you repented, left outcast

your miracle-working student  got you into hell

Reb Yohanan Amora got you into heaven

the smoke abated and you got your place.