ICE
freezes
lives
upside
down

he loves to hear the joyful whistle blowing clearing his mind of dark despairs, loves to breathe in the scented whoosh of the halting wheels as he stands on the platform and watches a train arrive, and when  he waves at the engineer or a porter-it makes him feel so alive

it's the arrivals and the departures, the clickety-clack refrain, the pageantry and majesty of it all that so quickly enthralls

at first little squeaks asserting...(you thought nothing of it)
you wanted it this way and did your bit

bit when tiny fingers and hands started the gotcha grasps!
you were defenseless against the kickings and a sudden lash

how you dreaded those crazy boundings from side to side
that made you think you were in for a rough ride

and today fists pounding madly with fierce blows
as if a future dictator were warming up in embryo!

i

She strums her graffitied mandolin
shakes her leaden locks about her Spanish head
takes a while to begin
her now crone's song of melodious sighs
lamenting world's false equations and cruelly-veiled lies.
--surreal woodcut of Joan Baez

So vain is she at ninety-nine
every time she looks in the mirror she calls herself "fine."
Tonight she awaits her Valentine,
a suave gent of only eighty-nine
whom she knows will jiggle her huge implants into youthful prime.
He loves those ***** so firm and big
and her every new color of ***** wig.

Wherefore has this unspeakable evil arrived in our midst?