Evolutionary Paradise



So Paradise is inevitable

All the good books guarantee pure subjects

These encourage actions desirable

But are the facts science seems to reject

Perhaps we are just fortunate primates

Filling evolutionary niches

We are the best versions of the bonobo apes

Plying tools and speech into our riches

Personally the stories of heaven

Attract me because stories always do

Dense carbohydrates of life they leaven

(Even if they are not remotely true)

If you’re looking for heaven’s paradise

Enjoy today, that’s my only advice

Morning’s Victory Over Sleep



Desperately try to fight my way back 

To the dream of life I was enjoying:

Day, in a flanking maneuver, attacks

The remnants of youth I was reliving

Field Trip Self Portrait Sonnet (DRAFT)

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Field trips show students things they haven’t seen
Our culture curated for importance
They give professional world view of means
(Value’s interpretation: oft wealth’s stance)

Experiencing original works
That someone has imbued with some value
Lets students interpret works’ meaning’s worth
(And ascertain what they think is really true)

The best field trips do two different things
They show what human culture deifies
& why, to some people, artifacts sing
(& how, of course, curators sanctify)

The best help us to resurrect the past
Simultaneously exposing caste

No Heart



Heart Transplant Dreams Die

A Black man died in Georgia

With no opportunity

Lived the short life of soldiers

& died in iniquity

 

His bold imagination

Took him to a life of wealth

Though his realization

Did not let him keep his health

 

He wanted thug life glamour:

All men’s fear and women’s love

For this “respect” he’d clamour

But true fate gave him a shove

 

Young men live “wealthy dream”

But die when it’s not what it seems


http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/ga-teen-donated-heart-dead-crime-spree-cops-article-1.2169324

Working Through Papers



I’m where I belong

Buried in other’s wild dreams

In essay format

Garbage Sonnet



Garbage Sonnet 2

 

My curiosity embellishes

All the detritus of modern living

Seeing waste & litter replenishes

My connection to this great world’s giving

 

Soberly I realize that life’s junk

Isn’t made for my edification

But In productions’ full caves I spelunk

I’m mesmerized by litter’s invention

 

Thank you god for these moments with garbage

Your detritus sings me a secret song

Though litter’s capitalism’s carnage

It’s also the charged tea leaves divining

 

The litter we stream behind us in space

Is the comet’s tail: our visible trace 

Jose Ortega y Gasset Meets Ice T

I’m glad American’s are doing well

And we keep accumulating things

I believe this is a marvelous Hell

That we can buy such so many belongings

The toys & luxuries of the Pharaohs  

Available to sisters & brothers

Wealth & pride of material composed

These “things” that separate us  from “others”*

We now have wealth’s magic appliances

Walls festooned with numbing moving paintings

Gadgets & trinkets of alliances

Made between us & power’s restrainings

All “the [simple] comforts we demanded

[Are now] mandatory” & commanded