Category Archives: art

Truism Sonnet

The people who mind really don’t matter

Concerned predominantly with themselves

They want their own idea of better

They refuse to accept what’s on the shelves

The people who matter, don’t really mind

They accept all our flawed humanity

Whether they agree or not, they are kind

These people are less caught by vanity

If you accept & internalize

This little chiasmus, you will be fine

You’ll not other people have to despise

For the will choose their own personal line

Know that the final barometer

Is just your own personal measure

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Age’s Shipwreck Sonnet

I find myself without any rudder
Floating through this existence of mine
There are shores & rocks that make me shudder
But if I look up heaven is divine

I find myself without any ballast
Bobbing high atop life’s meaninglessness
I row frantically, my hands are calloused
I float a silken sea of seamlessness

I find myself without a sail or keel
A survivor in an open dinghy
I long for youth’s intense meaningful feel
As I eat survival rations stringy

If you live long enough you see the sea
& its many watersheds start to flee

Murder Suicide Sonnet

Murder-Suicide-Celebrity
Meant a memory to immortalize
A new American-Stupidity
It’s a troubling Act to fetishize

I am trying to plumb suicide’s depths
I vainly think that I can understand
Why one tires of continuing life’s reps
(But killing others is vanity man!)

Using blood to editorialize
On a point that a person’s conceded
(‘Cause killing oneself means you realize
That your idea has been defeated!)

Murder-Suicide is an admission
That you no longer value life’s vision

https://6abc.com/traffic/victims-with-ties-to-mummers-killed-in-head-on-crash/5003143

American Greatness Lies Bleeding Sonnet

Abraham Lincoln airily declared

“With malice toward none[:] charity for all”

& then was like a dog by racists slayed

Thus continuing America’s fall

Into the deepest abyss we have moved

A trench under five miles of racism

The rotation of our caliber grooved

Marching blithely towards modern fascism

The Identity Politics of Race

(Thought to be the scourge of all us colloreds)

Has taken DW Griffith’s face

& will drag us down with these poor dullards

The American Election has said

World War Three’s coming bringing death instead

Pittsburgh Synagogue Sonnet

Antisemitism’s original
“Orientalism:” creating “white”
European & Caucasian normal:
It’s our oldest, most traditional blight

The dehumanization of others
(Mostly “minorities” of color)
Reduces the value of all God’s “Brothers”
(Being “right” creates a moral dolor)

I want to scream to antisemitism
As the serpent’s most original sin
Reducing everyone’s humanism
Throwing civilizations in the bin

Seeing American differences
Assures Greatnesses’ disappearances

White-Black Supremacy Sonnet

There’s a measure of White Supremacy

In our Blackness’s complex alchemy

This identity takes complacency

So that we do the work of hatred, see?

For individual identities

Have been put in conflict with each other

Because of artificial scarcities

We are set to have brother kill brother

It’s an artificial zero sum game

Where egos must have winners & losers

(For it is impossible we’re the same)

& hence society favors bruisers

Remember the suspicion you feel

Is a key part of racism’s raw deal

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/ny-metro-timi-oyebola-suspect-brooklyn-20181001-story.

Broken Foot Sonnet 8-31-18

I am wondering if will ever

Rejoin the standing tribe of the upright

Who are pedestrians that incur

People unmediated by cars’ blight

Will I ever, stride, saunter, or just walk

The byways where people simply exist

Freed from status markers of Detroit’s chalk

I am a New Yorker & must resist

As I lurch on with my crutch-prosthesis

Collecting the side-eyed stares from others

I curse & lament this new genesis

Realizing that oddity me smothers

This temporary handicapped voyage

Reminds me that many live in steerage