Violation

Patrolmen pat me down Collect life stories and records
Drivers identification, registration, proof of insurance
They must get to know me Katherine Miller 000-00-0000
Ah sweet justice, As though they offer relief this time
Meeting quotas in order to save the day
Three separate men crew cuts, white skin, badges
Curt, stout speech serious, serious men these men
Who stop me three times in two hours
While on my way serving me gracefully with
A "warning", "just letting you know to get that FIXED",
"I will let you go free THIS time"
Drive away "free" as he told me i was
Blue and white light disco fails
Blue and white collared disco failed
I place heavy foot to heavy metal pedal
Assume safe speed and sit stagnant
In all of the crimes the patrolmen
Could not find could not fend away
For those scenes were not blinding enough
To see such as your broken tail light
Fractured by a hit-and-run
Sir, please spare me the ticket, the scare
No mercy for us because
Weren't all the worst pains
Hit and runs?
Go ahead and fix
What you have no means to fix
Never saw the collision coming
With all of the blinding lights
Zooming towards and away
From you on the city freeway
And I will let you go only then

Technological love

She liked the fire the Gods drew down
One night
So he made the stove the fire place the light

She felt naked all of the time
He made walls and doors
Curtains and clothes

Her feet grew tired quickly
He created bikes cars
the Gulf oil crisis

She wants to fly sick of her height
Wants to see run feel kiss live further
And this time he wonders

If she could ever just be
happy
If she would ever just be

Our Post Human Romance

4 menstrual periods per year with plenty of blood in between

Possible breast cancer pancreatis Liver tumor vomiting into my lap

But no baby, baby. Sign me up! The chemicals eerily coined

‘Hormones’ will be hoarded by this human pit in spite

That I have no clue if I will be one of the two

Who dies, bleeds to death for an empty womb

This is the machine I want to be

Modern woman is mechanized ‘Better than before, progressive’

Says Western Doctor with industry-fed speech

Take the same pill at the same time

Every day without failure to forget

Because I am too young, poor, pretty

Too smart too blue ‘bout the numbers of babies

That came before me and how to feed all

Those numbers with only one earth

To have the liberty to choose not to become

A reproductively manipulated machine

To have the liberty to choose birthing

Beautiful babies blessed with liberty

Never annihilated by men

From the past

Don’t forget

Every day

Chemicals

Over

Zygote

Machine

Over

MAN

the Reptile to the Man

Only and Just
A feather in a hat
Shading you from the sun
In fashion, trend, fettish
Well: We went extinct
But no lying dead in graves
We will shave
Your luscious locks from head
Write shocking editorial letters
Detailing our pain
Shout pedafile or sexual failure
Behind your back
In all the best bars in town
Born fit to survive
Counterfeit cultures swell, swim, then sink
Hope you look good!
Hope you smell sweet!

Smokies

I. ' Look in front of you!" I barked at her sadness from the summit of some Heaven, where coach buses filled to the brim with senior citizens (soon to see a Heaven of their own) passed. She screamed back lost in a dream memory about some love long gone. The world's capital of salamanders & she still seeked fantasy. Some fear true ecstasy. It's too much too fast to breathe.

II.Paved grey roads & incessant yellow lines
part the mountains just for us. We don't think
about those men that laid these down, those patient hurting hands telling the black bears to settle down if only so that they may pave in peace...but both the men and the bears thought they related better to being Grizzly than Black.

III. There's only Heaven & Hell in those thoughts. At that peak, when we were looking into the graceful face of God, eye-level with the clouds,we reached for our cameras...& with one flash, we were satisfied having achieved Heaven, put it in a frame to keep for an eternity.

Hospitality

I fear you people
You screaming people
You unhappy people
Falling right into my lap
Looking to me to solve
The leaky sink, the salty pool,
The burdensome bed bugs,
The boring paintings on the wall,
The housekeepers' mistakes

Looking to me to solve
Your own human suffering
Your wage your woes
The time your boss took from you
To collect enough money
To rent a room
A room with a leaky sink
A room with bed bugs
A room with boring paintings
A room with someone else's mess

Look to me to solve your suffering
But sir, if i knew how to do that, ma'am
I wouldnt be returning home
To an alone bed come shift's end
I wouldn't take home the legal least amount
I wouldn't be looking in to your eyes apologizing
Know the full-hearted by their aching bellies
Nervous indigestion and speak softly please

Going Global

Shove feet firmly into boots
It is a mundane morning
Where you exhale twice
As long as inhaling

Someone wanted you
To wear these boots
Wronged wage laborers
Stuffy CEOs

The educated designer
Resigned to their own
Aesthetics someone wanted
These boots cloned

One million times
For millions of mundane mornings
Inhale Exhale
Twice as long

Go out & forage for your babies
Soon after stepping
Midfoot looking ten feet
Forward just as you should