Paper Maché Identity Sonnet

The remnants of my dreams cling in fragments

Like the torn strips of wetted news paper

Soaked in Wheatepaste and glue to be pliant

I’m only a paper maché cover

The pasteboard mask that I present to you

Made up of the finest linen paper

Is a simulacrum that is untrue

Made to help me pull off this bold caper

Who is anything more than a puppet

Strings leading up to the bold puppeteer

(Or a hand reaching up to control it?)

Once we know this we can play without fear

The script that we are performing each day

Was written long ago & far away

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Pathetic Suicide Sonnet

I have mixed emotions about this death

The murders he committed were social

The actions he did had a wider breadth

All of America remains crucial

Racism’s territoriality

Has been like this since the Pilgrims landed

Treating colored inferiority

Like it is a fact is so wide spreaded

That even those who would never chase Blacks

Accept that cops do it regularly

If you think this ain’t true, remove ear wax

& think of stop and frisk more honestly

This beige academic has judged that guy

But in my heart of hearts, I know not why

Make America Good Again Sonnet

Hats Read: “make america great again!”

To sell mythical historical lie

Of colonial racism’s given:

Made it easier to be a white guy

“Make America Good Again!” we said

To point out the half truths in the red hats

America’s greatest with unions red

Coal miners, uneducated, earned lots

Our country is being let by its id

Brutally consuming its memory

We’ve become like some six billion ton kid

Rampaging back through bleakest history

Rest assured many will be sent to God

To assuage our damaged egos: that’s sad

Las Vegas Viva Sonnet

What if the shooting was terrorism?

(Albeit subconscious insanity)

Perhaps he was fighting for untruth

That was told to him & he internalized

Perhaps he was fighting for something great

That exists just in imagination

A time when myths were lies we could create

To build a more tractable creation

The America John Wayne has portrayed

With repressed Women, Indians & Blacks

Inspired the purchase of the guns he sprayed

Onto the concertgoers naked backs

We have created a reality

Without meaning besides banality

Bartleby 2.0

Modern working class existential angst

Has created “Bartleby the Scrivener”

‘Gainst the 21st century’s phalanx

Of our meaningless by a whisker

Tay Boon Keh has chosen to face jail time

As a modern Quixote dispatching

Expectations to various corners

Of the planet that we are exploiting

He would prefer not to participate

In the global endeavor he’s part of

He did not wonder much or ruminate

Tay Boon, on wealthy people, has laid a glove

This man’s a passive aggressive genius

He’s struck back inequity’s meanness

Daily News Story of Passive Aggressive Hero in China

Sonnet as a Plea for Freedom

I must escape the media maelstrom

The vortex of virtual violence

Where the ideas of the basest are shown

For the bottom line wealth’s prurience

From the right wing I get primitive lies

Parroted by the mainstream media

Obscuring their white supremacist ties:

Equivalence: hypoglycemia

From the left impotent sanctimony

Dribbled keystrokes from a million iPhones

“Being Right’s” the vapid patrimony

Of people who forgot how the knife’s honed

So if you want to save me, send a letter

To a politician: make him better

I Weary of These Infernal Patterns