Category Archives: desire

I Weary of These Infernal Patterns

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Toxic Masculinity Two

In case you were wondering about it:
Toxic Masculinity’s prevalence
Is what gets these poor motherfuckers lit
In their sexist dreams of male dominance

For ev’ry rapist or cat-calling-man
Whom we try to shame or incarcerate
Is another Caucasian-suburban
Whom our sexist culture celebrates

& when the stupid fucking psycho shoots
A hospital, or rapes a passed out fare
We punish these breaches (while in cahoots
With Madison Avenue’s Sexist despair)

So when we punish occasionally
Remember sexism’s regular, see

https://mobile.nytimes.com/2017/07/03/sports/fox-sports-jamie-horowitz.html?#_=_

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/

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 

All Women Are Mothers

linda and stafford 1990 crop sonnet

To all the women who helped to raise me
My crazy mother: her sainted patience
The ones whom I dated with vanity
& Linda who tamed me with diligence

The mothers of my friends who understood
That I had to circle the selfish drain
Before becoming the man that I would
I had to inflict & suffer some pain

“Little girls,” pretty young women taught me
(Perhaps my daughters most surprisingly)
How to treat women with less calumny
Which men macho taught me misleadingly

All men are made completely of women
& their suppression is an ill omen

Morning’s Fourth Sonnet

 

 Today’s heroes just go to work & school
They do their best in this annoying world 

& ignore the clarion call of fools

Who people their dreams with desire’s discord 
Heroes read paper books they don’t want to

Listen to disagreeable lectures

Know exactly what it is they must do

To fight misery’s greedy l’il specters
Competition & insecurity

Are the backbone of consumer culture

We’re enslaved: shiny “chains of purity”

Bind us to avarice’s green monster
But the heroes go out every day

Searching: ignorance’s dragon to slay