walks in from the rain
wearing a black leather coat
The blues
in her cherry brown eyes

What do I make of this life
of luxury and indifference
al fin de siecle?
She sights

Do I make any difference
to the merging mega-banks
and trans-nationals
in the age of Microsoft
where the unseen hand
moves with deadly effect
over homeless bodies
slumbering in doorways
and alleys on 5th ave.

The market place
judges with impunity
my petty crimes
and mortal sins-
meaningless
to everyone
except my solitary soul

Why do we sleep
as the barricades
are stormed
by the secret police
of the corporate elite?

Where is the stuff of truth?
She weeps
Are we the new man and woman
in this new age prison?

Where is love
she pleads
in this new world order
where virtual reality
rules heart and flower?

The voice of God beckons
to jump off the edge
into satori spirit

– Tomas ‘98

Is Hubris personified in a man of small intellect and stature masquerading as a compassionate man of substance who follows his momma’s directives on what to wear and what to say while the real Boss, Dick Cheney, calls the political shots.

This is why his demagogic potential is so great as he leads us in our war against terrorism and satanic Saddam Hussein, his arch- enemy, the guy whom we created and now must destroy to vindicate his defeated daddy George the First.

Bush the master of sound bites reduces even the most complicated issues to black and white except for his own history of financial chicanery.

He divides the universe into the civilized world of our friends, allies and sycophants vs. the Axis of Evil world of terrorists and those who oppose our self righteous sense of entitlement and paternalism.

How tragic that this nation with all of its wealth and resources has been reduced by the plutocracy to rule by the weakest link in the chain of Corporate Command.

– Tomas ‘02

I love to pick blackberries on Vashon Island
paying a blood price for this prickly
morsel of mother nature’s black magic

I walk the barnacled beach
with a soul mate at sun down
collecting sea shells
strewn in random on damp dark sand

We witness a kingfisher spear
into crystal blue Puget Sound then rise
with small fry wriggling in her beak

Carefree we prepare seafood
in the cabin at sundown
deftly chopping slicing and blending
lemon garlic and wine

– Tomas ‘03