Category Archives: life

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!

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Old Photos Sonnet



Old photos are fountains of youth

Capturing happy memories 

Keeping our histories as truth

The past is kept: caged canaries

Fading images we look at

Strongly remind us of those times

When we made choices: no regrets!

(Decision-less times are “life-prime”)

Awkward pose & outdated clothes

(Compensated for with smooth skin)

Emphasize happiness youth knows

(That search for original sins)

Treasure all those old photographs

They can keep you laughing youth’s laughs

Spending Time On Facebook Sonnet (8)



Time on Facebook Sonnet (8)

I love spending time on Facebook

& seeing the things that matter 

To my friends (remade electric)

(Relaxing digital patter)

Loves, causes & those outrages

That inflame us without moving 

Anything outside our cages

(On my couch I sit there grooving)

All the selfies changing faces

Background or foreground images

Tell me I am going places

(Even if just women’s rest rooms)

I stalk the life I used to have

With my social media half

Hard Day 5

My savage Ego
Imprisons my Id
This imbroglio
Is pride untamed, kid

So let the show go
And live with your faults
Live with what you know
Life can be a waltz

You’re fine as you are
No matter what’s said
You are going far
Try to keep your head

Someone bothers you
Ignore them my friend
Just bid them adeiu
Enjoy life instead

The world is littered
With meaningless folks
Don’t get embittered
Just laugh at the jokes

The irony is
That you’re a joke too
So laugh at this biz
Accept that you’re screwed

I’m having a blast
In this dizzy world
An iconoclast
into this life swirled

I’ll never forget
That life isn’t great
Others I must let
Their own planet make

It’s not about me
Or anyONE else
It’s pride that we flee
That prison of self

I Wrote A Poem While Grading 2



I wrote a stupid poem this morning 

It was about teaching and my classes

Its inspiration came without warning

While grading papers without my glasses

I was struck by the strange intimacy

That reading people’s writing demanded

I was correcting a paper lazy

When I learned that no one else had listened

Though I’m just her eccentric professor

I do spend the time to read ev’rything

Strangely I’ve become her sole confessor

I’m paid to do more than just correcting

But the truth is that I still can’t grade dreams

Just writing typed & printed by the reem 

Street Philosopher’s Sonnet



Nights we hung out darkening the corner

Debating our angry impoverished souls

Solving everybody’s problems (but ours)

Getting absolutely none of our goals

We discussed our materialism

How we’d be willing to forgo some things

“Sacrifices” hid our nihilism

So under the streetlights we could take swigs

Our idealism enriches us

With the superiority of youth

Though our western lives have more than enough

We feel obliged to lament third world truth

Street lights shine over ghetto communion

Where Idealists meet in their unions

Loser’s Choice



You get to select your poison

Which horror is your preference?

Public death, headline emblazoned

Common death, little awareness?

Atomized over the French Alps

Unpredictability sung

Life distilled to some Facebook scalps

New’s research: Internet wrung?

Or laying bleeding between cars

Part of cost of modernity 

One of life’s little human scars

Die for Right-Now’s eternity?

Which death is more tragic to you

Public pity: alone & true?