Elect The Empire Sonnet







Remember the 1st time you realized
That your boss’s plan was better for him?
When you sat, thinking, & it analyzed
How your proposed benefits were a scam?

Your secret dreams and hopes all euthanized
But the shop remained open for your work
The team-work he preached was idealized
(When you asked for your share he was a jerk!)

Well, with your November vote against me
You universalized his lawyers work
(Thinking I was paid too generously)
You gave capitalism its pitchfork

So! You’ve elected your own oppressor
(Come join the resistance to Trump-Vader!)

Poetic Review of “The Desth of the Last Black Man” by Susan-Lori Parks

Interesting cast of stereotypes

A dramatic collage brought together  

Pastiches of dehumanizations 

Searching for a narrative to weather 

Atavistic dehumanizations 
Roiling the calm of a bourgeois theatre

An elite method of illuminations

To hint to folks they’re a contributor 

Tragic mulatta with décolletage 

Floor length sequined ensemble showing curves

Is updated Black-Woman’s dressage

Which creates the Jezebel “we’s observes” 

Hip-hop-hoodied update jigaboo 

Was sadly the most anachronistic 

Out of chronology he lost voodoo 

Making this show a bit hedonistic 

If this play connected stereotypes 

(Seen on ESPN & Blockbusters)

We could see how & why these phenotypes

Are encouraged & paid by white hucksters

I enjoyed the zip-coon’s shenanigans 

But if he’d become bourgeois anchorman

The anachronism’d be clearer then

Though I loved being challenged by the plan
The noble (& diesel) “drumstick mammy”

Consoling the “black-eyed-lynching victim”

Was a disjunction that I found hammy

Without a backstory to update them

The Barnum-esque Top Hatted “Bigger-&”

Could have said so much about Al Sharpton

Jesse Jackson, Minister Farrakhan 

(Atavism & anachronism)

Felt lost in the sea of stereotypes 

Without any narrative life jacket

These characters were very well drawn hypes

But “un-didactic” it seemed a racket 

Uneven Identity

It begins again
Media hypocrisy
Reinforcing men
Masculine Sacristy

It begins again
Canonization sexy
Creating women
A false domesticity

It begins again
A fake serenity
The past is re-run
Counterfeit identity

Identity made
To negotiate culture
Becomes a charade
Lies’ infrastructure

The soul I’ve become
In society’s labyrinth
Untruths that I’ve spun
Are Lies’ temple’s columns’ plinths

It all ends sometimes
Life’s uncertainty
Destroys our sublime
Fate’s an entity

Reading the scriptures
Of this barbed reality
Written in markers
Common Man’s humanity

To the winner’s history
That never forgive
Avarice’s mystery

More Less Sonnet

I composed a sonnet on depression
About waking & seeing no beauty
Makes me want to cancel today’s lesson
This morning’s day seems like a bleak duty

I see no reason for optimism
Can’t imagine how things will get better
Feeling this trapped is totally dismal
& living this sadness will me fetter

I don’t understand Why I feel this way
(I am usually pretty happy)
But, plagued by these feelings I can’t allay
This beautiful life starts to seem crappy

Fourteen lines can never explain sadness
(How it steals hope & delivers madness!)

Funky Morning Sonnet

Some mornings I awake in love with life
Seeing the poetry in my grading
Others are cut off the week with a knife
Only my depression are they aiding

The fog that encumbers my existence
Obscuring the beauty I remember
On mornings I get up to resistance
Is my hurt soul’s invisible member

Inches above this bleak early morass
Is the surface that I usually
Love o’er the moist depression I lambast
That mornings bring institutionally

I will create my day’s activities
& fight depression with proclivities

Social Media Mea Culpa Sonnet

Sharing my prejudice’s suspicions
On Facebook as news unfolds in real time
Permits me to share my wild opinions
In prose & poems that I think sublime

Occasionally I misread events
Claim amateur terrorism’s “false flag”
& wrongly blame some errant innocents
These are the hazards of being a wag

Sometimes I misread other people’s posts
& write insultingly wrong doggerel
I have to own up to the errant boasts
& work on my shame degree doctoral

This is my mea culpa of Facebook
It’s important I admit I’m a snook

The Last Beard of a Killer

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 of religion
Is the zealot’s favorite clay pigeon

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