They called us the old baby boom
almost from the very beginning
50’s early and late we were already
split in factions by the early 60’s
Over civil rights and the endless
wars and regime change/ control
operations of the Dulles brothers
Secretary of State and C.I.A. Dir.
The raw underside of Eisenhower’s
staid conformity bound cover when
the deep politics of the security state
was being interwoven in the budget
With cost-plus contracts in each &
every congressional district and the
military Keynesianism driving it all
until now a car has crashed in crowd
Bodies flying everywhere in oh, Gaza
in the West Bank and South Lebanon
and Syria taken over by that former Al
Nusra (al Qaeda) ISIS leader and so the
Heads are rolling on the coast civil war
(sponsored by Israel bombing Damascus)
on the Druze communities in the South
who suffer the inevitable consequences
And all these life-long living hate-full
policies of playing the ends against the
middle which always turns out each time
to be nowhere no how no way, boy, oh
Boy it is so very hard to watch the crash
happening, it’s the old demolition derby
car cult spreading their suburban satanic
turds floating down the full expressways
Burgeoning over the fields and the flowers
even the insects finally rebel and they buzz
buzz buzz so I hear them in their swarms
growing again ants even everywhere still
Mysterious the old glowworm, the fire fly
blinking glimmer like before in the night.
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.