Category Archives: class

Disjointed Immigration Sonnet

I wonder how the administrators

Who separate fathers from daughters

& mothers from sons, feel about their chores:

Parts of the machine of fam’ly slaughter

How does it feel to somebody else lie

Who doesn’t understand the king’s English

(I’ll bet it’s like being cruelty’s bright spy

Enforcing the decrees of injustice!)

&, coming out of His church on Sunday,

The Baptist bureaucrat just smiles

For He is rendering onto Pilate

The laws of man, in lawyer-ese, by miles

& we who watch these crimes aghast smugly

Know that at their heart, our laws are ugly

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Second Amendment Sonnet

A firearm in hand boosts the weak psyche

•Fist, Stick, Knife, Gun• explains psychology

A pistol needn’t compromise with me

2nd Amendment’s a tautology

White Supremacy’s 2nd Amendment

Guns to bully & slaughter Brown People

First Indians then Negroes targeted

Racism’s the American steeple

I’d always suspected this about guns

They’re part of the American ego

They were somewhat less necessary once

Back when White Supremacy was legal

Guns’re inextricably linked to death

Taking over when compromise has left

https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-8070-4449-0

http://freakonomics.com/podcast/how-to-think-about-guns-a-new-freakonomics-radio-podcast/

http://www.citylights.com/book/?GCOI=87286100460830

https://www.stitcher.com/s?eid=53508079&autoplay=1&refid=asi_twtr

Alabama’s Small Win Sonnet

Ere we give too much in celebration

Over Senator Jones’s victory

The constitution needs meditation

The man who almost won is history

Thomas Jefferson & his old Posse

Denied “establishment of religion”

But, as is their wont, the faithful are bossy

(This Alabama porch monkey near won!)

Remember the country’s in the soft hands

Of oligarchy who deny us crumbs

Driving to work in your car understand

Long ago the battle was won by bums

Demand what we gave 1940s whites

Tax the fucking rich & demand your rights

Bland Warm Beer

Bland Warmbier

Sandra Bland & Otto Warmbier are
Obverse sides of the law-&-order coin
One’s intercontinental travel went far
The other got the role of oppressed toy

Both existences are tragic stories:
Good people done in by crooked systems
Their tales of injustice tired & hoary:
They might well be Old Testament lessons

But our media will defend but one
Defending the undefendable way
Our brutal racist system deals with some
Lamenting Otto Warmbier’s sad display

So as you surf the internet notice
How racism is a given: know this!

Subway Slashing Sonnet

train victim diptych

There are two unfortunate souls right here
The pregnant woman whose young face was slashed
Thinking about being a new mother dear
(& how to keep herself together lashed)

The other’s ridden life’s roller coaster
Hoping the bottom of the descent’s near
When younger, perhaps she was a “toaster”
Angel Dust, Dope: starting with pot & beer

So onto train ventures the mother new
Avoiding she that’s fighting her demons
(Beelzebub says: “don’t let her dis you!”
Sitting elsewhere was what that was seemin’)

Into her bags she reached for the bright shiv
Payback for dis was what she did give

http://nypost.com/2017/05/28/woman-slashed-on-subway-platform-at-grand-central/

Killing Me

arkansas

In this world there are infinite moments
Being captured in the digital sap
That, in time will become ambered events
We’re all but vermin, eventu’lly trapped

In this photograph, our weaknesses stare
Or look away at the checkered floor tiles
Avoiding thoughts, about whether we care
As we wander our last precious few miles

Look down, look away, close your eyes, or stare
Directly or side-eyed: to the future.
The closer to the bottom that you are
The closer to death you will be sutured

Please forgive me for staring at Yahweh
Ogun, Shivah, Jesus & Allah

Ode To Today

In all of my boring redundancies 

I continue to see life’s novelties 

For humanity’s great insurgencies

Assault me with stunning velocities 
This year’s seemingly fascist takeover 

Is the Phoenix’s violent escape

From the prison to which we’ve surrendered

Freedom under conformity is fake
Oversimplification of living

Religion’s most palatable optics

Will maintain the laity’s infighting

& keep us from injustice’s topics
Who says that we have to participate 

In people’s lives that we disagree with

It seems to this layman the debate’s fake

For most others are neither kin nor kith 
Freedom involves the liberty to err

& let your three year old play with pistols

For the racist “right to bear arms” is there

“Well-regulated militia” diapers 
If people find their lives so meaningless

That only Afghani heroin works

Let them buy the oblivion painless

& become state sponsored addicted jerks
It the daughter you’ve imperfectly loved

Gets impregnated by the proxy, Pete

She needn’t have all her plans aside shoved

To do Bible interpretation neat
& there’s one more thing I want to say here

You have no right to humanity flee

The automobile is a convenience dear

But we must stop subsidizing driving, see 
Cars must bear the cost to society

& the environment their ease destroys 

Walks near others evolved humanity

“Ghettos” of “others” are just racist ploys
I’m glad that I said these words to the wise

To my way of thought, life was once better

Think of what freedom means, don’t me despise

Try to be a liberty abettor