age of (radioactive)ghosts

there is no time to share these stories-
of the violinist who played all night
just for the air/or how i imitated him
by performing poetry sunday afternoons
just because a greek theater was on campus
or how that mountaineer photographer
driving through deserts would click one country
to sell to the next/ensuring his passage via images
the truckdriver so lonely white powder
he picked us up to keep him awake
(we had to leave/afraid(he might not make it?back
the torturer so sure Pinochet deserved murder
the Egyptian contemptuous of his countrymen
who had forgotten their alchemical civilizations
the warder who massages for money on weekends
Meditators imprisoned/who saw jail as a monastery
who read their way between bars and sold lines of freedom
Tennis balls tossed over walls with messages
poets who spoke only THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH
and you are on the lip of oceans licking
kicking in this Door of Time/which runs out babbling
about every miracle that asks only to be forgotten
so someone new might find a Rainforest in their suitcase
Another Country in an Open Road-a story wrapped like a black snake
around the Mysteries we are exposed to daily
so we might remember to forget again
when every dream is human(heaven)

BURNING
Joan of Arc and witches-now we DIY
Buddhist monks(Vietnam)-yet not (yet)in Tibet
Tunisia saw on television this one desperate edition
A government fell ,then more-the sight of burning people appalls

MEDIA OWNERSHIP
distance reduced via GOOGLE/spy satellites
(we are all in Libya-liberating erratically
We are Jasmine Revolutions/Egyptian as Kings
But why are we shot in Syria/Iran?Do they not know we TWEET?
The whole world IS watching these streets/we
own these images of sweet freedom-mirages?oases?premonitions?

we are not ghosts in skin with ghost shirts facing
life winds through ,around,because of us-
we are what happens next when you dream of us
(for Dr HELEN CALDICOTT/Chenobyl )