David Weiser B List
006. I reviewed all my decisions, Lining them up in the yard, But they would not stand still.
They raced in all directions, Bumping and tripping each other, And many fights broke out.
The drill turned into chaos Marked by desperate screams: “Please make up your mind!”
027. Being a bystander In the accidents of life, I offer testimony.
But no one wants to hear: The judges have retired, The police do not respond.
I see the poor exploited, And the fatherless so lost. They too will not believe me.
042. Minor disappointments Will accumulate Until a tear drips down.
Half-forgotten words Out of a stale debate Haunt the mind’s old house.
Like a mosquito bite, Tiny stings of hate Keep us up at night.
050. The smart machines that talk Diminish human speech To ugly shrieks and grunts.
The streets themselves are snarling And curse the avenues. They clash at every corner,
While children dumb as fish Glide into pure silence Where parents cannot go.
063. A man who cannot smile (Although he sometimes tries) Will never feel at ease.
Memory interferes By retrieving mirth Out of the buried past.
Polite, considerate Of those who have not suffered, He thinks of his fallen son.
065. Does life depreciate Among the multitudes Swarming the crowded streets?
What is a person worth When a million others Vie to take his place?
Great urban density Cheapens the human soul. It feels expendable.
069. Decadence of the mouth Corrupts the purest soul. The palate grows too fine
For ordinary food. The lips begin to smirk About the middle class.
Soon the curses flow From liberated tongues, Denying right and wrong.
101. In a land of many rivers We worked the fertile soil And reaped a hundredfold.
The earth gave precious grain And multiplied our flocks; Our wives wore chains of gold.
Yet all these gains brought loss: Our children did not need us Or the birthright that they sold.
104. I found a moderate leopard Willing to change his spots, But not all of them.
Peace is a gradual process But dialogue has started, Increasing confidence.
I told the leopard’s neighbors They’d live in peace someday When grasses are his prey.
111. Because you dissect the Word, Slicing its letters and sounds, You reduce it to thin air.
Because you disassemble The palace of good reason, You sit on a pile of stones.
Deadly analysis, The scalpel that you wield Will someday slash your throat.
114. An uncommitted mind Flits like a butterfly Among the painted flowers.
Dizzy with distraction, It flutters to the ground Upon exhausted wings.
It has no hive, no honey, No solid wax of faith To shape into a cause.
123. Who erased the blackboard? Some names have disappeared; We won’t see them again.
When teacher took attendance, Not everyone said “Here.” Where are the absentees?
Some of us have transferred To another school, And they are doing well.
138. “The media mess us up, Walking around like zombies, Poisoned through the ears.
The media make their millions By fracking through our brains, Extracting the black gold.
Don’t ask us to fight back. We don’t have many friends, Just Mom, and she’s at work.”
153. Where branches have been cut Knots in the wood remain, Dark spots against the grain.
Where skin was cut and opened Till the body slowly healed Is by a scar revealed.
So we who long have grieved Cannot conceal the blemish Of suffering relieved.
171. We are playing word games That nobody can win, Except the words themselves.
They hold us hostage In riddles of existence Whose answer must be silence.
They have set a ransom That nobody can pay, Except with our lives.
174. Comfortable victims Complain about their parents And the troubles of this world.
They search for underdogs For whom they can be sorry As much as for themselves.
They meet to demonstrate Against reality And smoke the mellow weed.
213. The shredder frightens me; I fear my memories Will turn into confetti.
The little blades revolve Somewhere in my brain: What was your name again?
I stretch out my arms But cannot touch the word That I am searching for.
231. The “best minds” don’t go crazy. Sounds good, but still a lie; It’s the worst minds every time.
Fess up, howling beatnik: The booze, the drugs, the affairs -- Could they bestow a vision?
Enough that they made you famous For more than fifteen minutes. Then they helped you die.
236. Shabbat in Tel-Aviv: The motorcycles roar And people jog with dogs.
Others just sit and smoke And watch me as I walk Towards the synagogue.
How long, O Lord, how long Will we ignore the Law And think we do no wrong?
264. “Check it out,” he shouts, The hustler with loaded dice, Lurking on the corner.
“Here’s a guy who won,” Pointing to his buddy Whose fist is full of cash.
And all of us will play The only game in town, Global Economy.
294. An old and wrinkled hand Lifts up a spoon for me. Could such a hand be mine?
I recognize some dots, And the pattern of those veins I think I’ve seen before.
I know there’s no one here To feed me cereal, And yet I can’t be sure.
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