What me worry has a flat out head on collision
with Do Your own Thing who is so broken up
as she explodes in rage “the rules don’t matter”
anymore do they within an infernal combustion

Eternal now of the something from nothingness
cult of perpetual motion never stopping machine
that can never ever die after being never ever alive
the spirit of the mechanical age just hanging there

A ghost haunting the grim courtroom proceedings
The Trial engrossed so deep on our frail thin flesh
the poor get life without possibility of any parole
while even death gets the power of walls to defend

Their theft and abuse mere dismissable tiny counts
in a lifelong carefully coached career of mob tactics
consigliere lawyers standing by who enable all of it
to ask where the fuck is our next bloody Roy Cohn.

 

James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.