two poems

lost and found

faces at
grand central
are searching for
the lost and found.

all they find are
mirrors.


situations

the revolution.
ha!
situations are dead and so is debord.
he was a square anyway.
capitalism consuming itself
is like the flame that
catches more fire.
there goes the neighborhood
said mrs. haymarket.

standing on the kegs of
gunpowder
is prime time
for a chinese celebration.
don't buy the confetti,
shred your dollars.