Category Archives: contentment

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

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The Slow Professor Sonnet

I’m reading the book •the slow professor•

That explains capitalism’s model:

The academy is unlike before

Productivity will not thought coddle

Reading it I see how metrics demand

Professors’ short sighted efficiency

Administrators get the upper hand

Experience becomes redundancy

The monastic tradition of learning

Contemplation & then meditation

Is from most Americans receding

Replaced by cheap wealth’s fetishization

Not ev’rything that counts can be counted

Nor every peak need be surmounted

Suicidal Bank Robber Sonnet

‪‪Isn’t most bad behavior suicide‬

‪Of a spiritual or moral sense?‬

‪The addictive criminal crimes are pride‬

‪Trying to embellish our egos’ thence‬

For we have been duped into desiring

“All The Cash & Prizes” of the venal

We are told it’s things to be aspiring

& hence we then provoke the criminal

The end of this lie’s line was a bullet

In a public bathroom’s lonely confines

Through the depressed brain (beneath a mullet

For I believe suicide’s Out-of-Style!)

Everyday I see someone quitting

(Not in the positive way befitting!)

‪”Suspect in nine bank robberies kills self after one last

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/ny-news-bank-robbery-suspect-kills-self-20180722-story.html‬

Self Pity Sonnet

The unrelenting exhaustion I feel

Is the sum total of my self pity

An amorphous weight that despair does seal

Rhyming this observation is shitty

While I am painfully aware of it

(My proclivity for melancholy)

I cannot seem to be free of this shit

(Such is the modern bourgeoisie’s folly)

While I might appear to be paranoid

Seeing enemies in familiar faces

These grim thoughts help to fill depression’s void

Cementing me in these dreary places

I do not feel worthy of these feelings

Garish 1st World problems have me reeling

*The Sympathizer* Haiku Review

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An epic novel
About idealism
& humanity

Viet Than Nguyen’s
Novel *The Sympathizer*
Teaches us to watch
From “Viet Nam’s” war
Back to lust’s true religion
To “his” conception
“He’s” anonymous
Making his particulars
More universal
Just like Ishmael
Anonymous narrator
Waxes Poetic
Racial digression
Of his “miscegenation”
(Muddied purity)
“Not half anything[:]
You’re twice everything”
His mother explained
(Nguyen 134)
Nguyen’s spy novel
Plumbs America’s sad depths
in literature
Ellison, Melville
Hawthorne, Douglass, Poe, Hurston
All resonate here
American id:
“Anti-Transcendentalist?”
“Existentialist?”
“Torture” of “nothing”
Crystallized America
& optimism
(Nguyen 366)
Yankee Paradox:
Our Revolutionary
Impulses now dead
Now America’s
The cruel Torturous Empire
Unseen to itself
A fantastic read
Airy prose is ballasted
With weight of great thoughts

Luxury Kills



The average American life is good

Food, shelter: all the necessities

Many can beach vacation if they would

But is this happiness’s recipe?

Things that seem to make our lives easier:

Cars, elevators & cellular phones

Seem to only make our lives speedier

But but all those devices weaken our souls

Life is better with every gadget

Technology solves all of our problems

But I don’t feel the joy of the ads yet

I’m happier when, issues, I solve them

Real human strength is built of resistance

This Friction makes “Life” out of existence

History’s Victims Sonnet



History’s Victims’ Sonnet 

History’s victims loiter in my mind

Passing paper bagged bottles back and forth

Saying dangerous things that aren’t that kind

Angry words felt, to try to find due north

These no-where drunkards pontificate on

Discussing their failed loser ideas

Under the street light of victor’s great fun

Like school yard “talking story’s” a career

Still, I cannot evict them from their dreams

Of worth, value and righteous justice

Though I’m told they’re players on losing teams

There’s a nobility in their roughness

The true American soul loves losers

‘Cause we know that’s who god really chooses