“Life During Wartime” Sonnet (8)

We are a bloodthirsty nation

Because corporations run things

There will be no innovation

As long as just their money sings
We sacrifice our fair children

At expedience’s altar

Send them overseas to kill “them”

For ideals at which we falter

We are so infected by fear

A fever we perpetuate

We allow no ideas near

Which would let the peace infiltrate
If peace becomes desirable

Wealth will be less venerable

Easy Answers Sonnet 

We look for easy answers to explainPhenomena we can not understand

Elation, confusion, sadness & pain

Into uncertainty our thoughts expand
Verifiable facts become theories

That simplify evérything we see

Into identical answers dreary

“All good & bad come from the deity!”
The simplistic answers that I covet

Contain infinity in familiar

Explanations they’ve shoved down my gullet:

Fear of novelty promotes “similar”
Simplicity’s familiarity 

Makes Humanity fear temerity

News-Feed Sonnet

I look at the news’s shenanigans

With a mixture of my schadenfreude

& lofty arrogant comparisons

I use to bolster my attitudé
All the tragic misfortune of others

“Caught with thirty seven grams of pure dope”

“Mountain of stuffies the baby smothers”

Are enough to give my pointlessness hope
Sometimes we can all agree about things:

The ignorant folly of the lofty

We love when misfortune’s pendulum swings

To sew misery upon the crafty
Newspaper’s endless negativity

Provides my meaninglessness gravity

Omar Mateen’s Terror Sonnet

Islamic terrorism was Mateen’s

Very last act of closeting himself

This ultra-macho identity seems

Best able to keep his “gay” on the shelf

The regressive revolutionary 

Religious camouflage obscures his doubts

Reducing his life to a binary

Narrative that ev’ry religion touts

ISIL, Al Qaeda & Hamas all

Fight for cockamamie ideas of pasts:

They the harmonious modern forestall 

To try to regain their powers that lapsed

The dreary nostalgia for religion

Is the zealot’s favorite clay pigeon 

Alleged Lover Of Omar Mateen Claims Orlando Shooting Was “Revenge” For Being Exposed To HIV

Darkness Reflected


After Finals Sonnet

I gave all my classes their last finals

They sat to write in their usual way

Each one performing to their own levels

As I wake the next day I’ve got to say
As much as I resented their papers

& as vexed as I was by attendance

& their rutting & juvenile capers

I am missing their spirits abundance
Coming to class tardy (or not at all)

Talking or texting when I’m lecturing

Ignoring my warnings, letting due dates fall

I still must note their absence with yearning
My students who cluttered my last 4 months

My summer freedom their absence affronts

Grading Today