Abu Dis

Winds blew through
The lonely halls

Airport Blues

געגוע

No one wants to be here
Or anywhere near
Where the planes burn holes in the sky

Americans

Americans think
They can put it off
Like writing a check.

Bar poem - maabada

I won't ever
remember
how beautiful

Bench

געגוע

I sit on a bench
waves of the green grass ocean attempt to wet my foreign
toes

Borders are little lines

borders
are little lines
someone drew
on paper

Buffalo

Big Black Buffalo
and flies

Directions to God

אלוהים

If you want to meet God,
maybe it would be good
to stop looking.

Fear is a Checkpoint

פוליטית

for a few minutes
i hold the breath
in my body
like a secret

Feathers

פוליטית

We are on different planets, although no ocean divides us.
Different in how you move, what you call space, what you
allow yourself to hope for

God's Bubbles

אלוהים

Let our bubbles burst
and waters trickle
down our spine
to make room for the divine

Henry St, NYC

It was one of those nights
Where the rain made the light
Hazy and warm like New York can be
When you walk with me.

Hitchhiking out of Samsara

געגוע

We used to walk together
Calculating our karma
On the the beads of the day
As they slipped off arunachala.

Honey

אהבה

your words slip into my ears
like honey dripping from
a spoon

IMPLOSION

The loneliness
That blows
Thru your body
When you allow
History

Israeli Poets

מחאה

led over the mountains,
All the great poets gossiped on the stairs
Using words most of the population
Has forgotten to television and occupation.

I will be your village

I will be your village
Just long enough so you
Can enter me and leave
Always longing to come back again.

Liquid sunshine

in a white cup.
its like drinking
liquid sunshine.
as my heart shatters

Los Angeles night

מחאה

And people drive
As if they just made
God a bet they could
Stay alive

Making Love to Poets

To poets
Like you had
Lunch
With other kinds of people.

Muezzin

געגוע

I would always wake at four before
The dew.
God is great
Allahoo.

PROPAGANDA

מחאה

I rolled around in the words,
They covered my body
Seeking safety
Where they could not be
Served to the millions
Uncooked and raw in their middle.

Planets

i discover new planets
in my body
habitat of joy and pain

Rest

אהבה

No longer do I wish to feel the edge of the world
Sear my heart, fine as paper
Every evening at dusk

Space is a Verb

Space is a verb
The world provides it
With the nouns and adjectives
It lives us by

Subway Love

אהבה

On the subway
it was written
?Please remember

The raw parts of the world

מחאה

The quiver of the earth
I could hear it in my blood

The tongue song

I sharpened my mind
On other peoples
Tongues

What Poverty Sounds Like

מחאה

What does poverty sound like?
Drops of rain on a tin can
The rustle of the plastic bag man
The sound of trains you can?t hear
even though the tracks, for years
pass right next to your ear.

Yoga

Everything does yoga

afternoon poem

אהבה

or.
He cant see me
I?m on the other side of the street
My heart misses a beat
Behind a caf? window

autumn love

אהבה

Days before they die.
Migrate me with you
South, west or just downtown
Where I can fall to the ground

birmingham sunday - dr king sings

מחאה

Sign of the times
Black and white
Homeless people equaly?
Distribute their bodies
On the benches in the square.

day poem

מצב

Every day
breaks in my palms
like raw clay.
The morning

elections

מחאה

all parts of my body re elect me
for this life

gaza

מחאה

Disengage my occupied heart
From your life
Remove the fear
That has settled in my body.

jungle night

אמונה

Out of me
Green and alone
Like the earth
She can hear

little daily revolutions

מחאה

the resistance
to the worthless machine operated
details of life

make love to me it could save
your country

Inti habibti inti
You are my love
Take me to where your dreams are personal
Inti habibti inti

mouthfuls of salt

Dont get cynical on me
Your information highway
Brought to dead stop
Stop stop drop

my difference

Suddenly someone sings
Blue skies
Highrisers
And people turn around

natural life

מקום

The city leaps up at me
Welcome
This is your tribe.
The caterpillars of traffic

rise up

close the streets and the shops
that cook our lives until they stop
rise up we are free

sun central park

מחאה

if the sunshine in central park today
Was capitalism
Let me be a stock broker

כוכב ישראל - מחנה עופר

I walk into Ofer army base, some soldiers direct me
sluggishly to the military court. It's my first time
defending here. The air and my breath are raw to taste. I
try not to be dramatic and concentrate on my steps.