Remember when you
said that thing about
Axel Rose and heroin and how
junkies shit themselves?
I thought it was funny
because I did not understand.
I was eleven
and you just threw
the baseball cards I never
even fucking wanted
out the window, past
the church we both hated.
And you called me a faggot
like that was a bad thing,
even after I trapped
a local girl
in the closet
where you
thought I lived.
She trusts the screen door.
“Keep them out,” she says.
Push away those
who ask
for what can only be given once.
Handcuff the narcissists
as their entitlement
follows them to the front door.
Crush the lovers
who have been granted
one too many times to “love”.
“Keep them out,” she says,
as her knuckles turn white with a grasp on the
door handle.
Vigil for the Sun:
Encapsulated
Whispers whisk his mind away
While we hold his lands
in place.
(written after some reading about the threat to honey bee populations caused by the wasteful, environmentally dangerous activity of, guess who, AMERICANS. Surprise. Surprise. Yesterday I saw a copy of the end of a speech that President John F. Kennedy would have given that evening if he had not been assassinated during the day on November 22nd 1963. About honor, country, decency to all citizens of the world in our nation’s actions. A man with a spine. A hero (PT 109). And I considered what you, me, us have let this country come to.)
little bee where have you
got to now?
drones dying off in droves
choked dry decay of crunchy dust
swept under carpets on the wind.
brittle wings, chetin and
filament thin cracked legs and joints.
Our men need plastic tools and gas
To drive their cars and scratch their ass
Women need lip gloss sticks to be complete
stricken bee stop bothering
the world’s course
with your sadness.
europeans shaking heads,
whispering what science says
against AMERICA.
You stirred the pot. It’s not your place.
They’re laughing at AMERICANS.
feckless little stricken bee
stop praying on your rosary
that wasn’t what God wanted
I know because he made me free
To harvest you and suck the love and work
You do
As pleases me.
Rednecks shooting birds on wires
Blue mountain folk and cowboy fools
Corporate politician whores in suits
Droning to inbred gaping mouths
And funny hats about shitkicker roots
All obsessed with strife, lies and desire
Do not deserve the worry
That your plight imparts
Make it into a retard joke or obfuscation
Depending on which AMERICAN in which attire
Is getting his say while scratching his ass that day
Ignoring the ticking-clock of warning fires
the Buddhist monks who meditate
the tree huggers who agitate
They shackle me. They shackle great AMERICA.
pernicious bee who’s way to live
spreads life and beauty. smiles and gives.
whose rule is to do the right thing for the many,
losing self.
perditious, socialist, Communist bee
AMERICA’S wants outweigh your love
Economies that kill all life
So pride can take more than it needs
Indiscriminately. AMERICA.
evil bee, who championed you?
what traitor to AMERICA?
the story that your death can tell
will never settle in the breasts
of all the cruel AMERICANS,
who find it shameful that you rest.
a creature crossed my path today
bluish, warty skin
weapon aloft
to take on the world
he’s seen many battles
heard foe against foe
long hours of debating
over coffee and snacks
I’m sure this wasn’t
what he signed up for
strong warrior, made for conquering
not battling dust bunnies
he’d kill us all, if only
he could get past
the empty dice cube
he’s stuck in on my shelf
– – –
On finding an old, hand painted orc miniature from gaming after watching an episode of Critical Role. If you get a chance, watch Matt Mercer lead Stephen Colbert through a short adventure benefitting the Red Nose Day campaign. It’s brilliant.
As a boy, I collected baseball cards,
Buying them in packs with flat, card-sized bubblegum,
Trading them with other boys in the neighborhood.
I should have been Cincinnati Reds fan,
But I really liked the Milwaukee Braves,
With Hank Aaron, Wes Covington, Ed Mathews, Lou Burdette. . .
I wanted to play Major League Baseball when I grew up,
Didn’t get much encouragement from my parents,
Oh, well, I probably wouldn’t have even made it in the Minors.
My baseball cards, along with my comic books, ended up in the attic,
As I headed off to college my freshman year,
Returning to find that my parents had gotten rid of them all: Hank, Wes, Ed, Lou, Superman, Archie, G.I. Joe. . .
Oh, well, I hope somebody made some money off of them.
She is Wine
Full of flavor and full of body
sips ?
Good luck with that
You won’t stop after the first glass
Somewhere between Strawberry and blackberry
Lips sweet red
Tongue Cabernet Sauvignon
She thinks like Merlot
Loves like Pinot Noir
Let her set and open up
Let her warm up to Room temperature
If you can handle her..
Just remember the bottle runs out
The truth hurts, mi gente.
The freedom they sell you isn’t free;
one way or another they always say,
“Bitch—better have my money.”
They tell you to dance, prove
your fitness, get in formation.
They demand your bodies and sacrifice.
They fear your blood (or ignore it)
and paint over your pain in thick
wet layers of white ‘til it
becomes invisible.
By this time, you’ve let ‘em say
everything they wanted to
for thousands of years.
Try to understand that
without me, you wouldn’t know
you had elastic hearts.
You would still think
you were shallow every time
you had love on the brain.
You would always believe
you were bad girls.
You needed me to remind you
that you are not.
You are the seven rings of Saturn,
you are land and skies and sea.
You are the bodies and
voices of worship,
you are clean water,
sweet juice, you are
good as hell.
Suddenly, recently,
they’ve started thinking
to themselves, “Maybe
god is a woman.”
For the first time
in many times,
they are right.
God is a woman and
this is what she has to say:
Stay. Don’t worry,
be slow and steady.
We are soulmates.
Stay with me, and
we will be
the ones who
run the world
(girls).
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Songs:
Truth Hurts – Lizzo
Mi Gente (feat. Beyoncé) – J Balvin, Willy Williams, Beyoncé
Freedom – Beyoncé (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
Bitch Better Have My Money – Rihanna
Fitness – Lizzo
Formation – Beyoncé
Let ‘Em Say – Lizzo
Try – Pink
Without Me – Halsey
Elastic Heart – Sia
Shallow – Lady Gaga, Bradley Cooper
Love on the Brain – Rihanna
Bad Girls – M.I.A.
Needed Me – Rihanna
7 Rings – Ariana Grande
Worship – Lizzo
Water – Jack Garratt
Juice – Lizzo
Good as Hell – Lizzo
God is a Woman – Ariana Grande
Stay – Rihanna, Mikky Ekko
Worry – Jack Garratt
Soulmate – Lizzo
Stay With Me – Sam Smith
Run the World (Girls) – Beyoncé
*inspiration also drawn from “Poem, made up of titles of several recently acquired poetry books” by Katerina Stoykova and “God Boy Falls in Love” by Christopher McCurry)
Rectilinear
spectral scattering, bend
parallelogram
Analogy of
metaphors, mirrors reflect
equivalent lines
Anthropomorphic
evolutionary frame
genetic fraction
