The Day Habeas Corpus Died

the law a tranquilizer
dulling beautiful liberty
made fat
by the senators who call to her
who fist her cash
like rimjobs
the constitution lays
catlike in the isle
raped and loose
like an asshole that's
been fucked for years
by a brutal lover
priveledged enough
to sponge himself
on her pages

Two metro trains collide in Rome
One person was killed and about 110 were injured when two metro trains collided during the morning rush hour in Rome, officials say.

If a metro
leaves the station
Piazza Vittorio
Emanuel II
traveling 5 m/s
toward a metro
loading passengers
1 a second
until 300 are inside
how many will die
when the trains collide?

Manhattan Plane Crash Kills Yankee Pitcher

In a bullpen of the Yankees

This large object falling from the sky;
For Joe Torre, another black eye.

China urges UN action on N Korea
"The nuclear test... marks a historic event... It will contribute to defending peace and stability"

We planted you, dark ark,
a nimbus which blooms in the ground.
Do you know how they listen?
Their white fingers sift
the soil like army ants
across oceans, across history.
What will they say when you flower
in darkness, a light no one sees? You're our
debutante, matured in mystery,
clothed in white, a haloed crown
set to your head. Your cuckold brother
will rise in ceremonial suits,
and his rivals will bear swords
quaking in fear to herald your birth.

Pete Rose Offers His Picks for the Post Season on National Television

He scuttles the night with moans
"Oh Baseball! Oh Baseball."
Waking, he reaches for the phone.
Into the speed dial he says,
"Oh Baseball. Oh Baseball."
He showers, remebers the locker room
and the kamakazi fever,
cursing the Yankees.
He gets a cab outside the hotel.
He's wearing a Reds polo.
No one seems to see him.
In the television studio
the cameras are on
he has memorized his picks.
The Twins. The Padres.
He believed in WMDs.
If he were a betting man
he would have bet things
had turned out better.

Foley scandal could damage GOP in election

The Island of Joshua, A Mark Foley Dreamscape

On the Island of Joshua
there is a sad man
with a cell phone.
He punches the keys
with his enormous thumbs.
He sits on a government
that doesn't run.
and sometimes he rubs his thumbs.
He's filled with billions.
Billions and billions.
He sits on a fat wallet.
On the island of Josh
the page boys live
among the Foley
like monkeys live among
the trees.

"Come out from among them and be ye separate, saith the Lord." (II Corinthians 6:17)

There is a white house, and there is
a stove. There are many desks
and writing on the blackboard. The world
is set against us. The world is set
and we against it. There is a window
next to the stove
and a carriage in the window. The horse
lays back its ears
and then shivers. If there is a heaven
heaven must have a door. If hell,
hell must have a hole.
We are set against the world.
When the door opens
the door of hell opens fire.
So does the gunman.