PEACE SYLLABLES

the hard and sharp spike syllables
of
the World Panic anxiety
that
come and whirl you bad
in the existential morning shower 
and its hot and hostile fog
clog
the
mind
with doubts and fears before sunrise
and
you
log them and file them 
compulsive

can be

sent to exile
only visited
for
cool and objective retrospective inspection
at will
with the safety of balanced pills
honesty and information

and replaced


after all the brave cold steps back from the precipice
where
you'd
ring
your
own heart out like a dish rag
and
the soul was a mirage of a sugar rush
and
happiness
a
sickness spread by grin-fools in the sun and on tv

with the cave warmth
of
small
blubs and coughs of nice and yes and yum
in
the
soft arms of satin and silk and peace
all rich with the smell
of
fruit

and not being able to recite 
all the dangerous passages in the holy books
or remember
all the job titles in Rumsfeld's or McNamara's career
seems
all
fine

and good