Category Archives: new york

Taxonomy Of Mass Shooters

We need a “mass shooter taxonomy:”

(A classification of this thing

Ubiquitous in our economy)

Here I will try to begin it naming

1st they’re mostly elaborate suicides

These people kill when they want to die

If they survive they wanted to choose sides

To some fantasy identity ply

2nd they are the voiceless’s message

When their tweets, posts, memes & screeds are ignored

They feel they need a murderous dressage 

To break through all the ennui of the bored

3rd, & more specific’lly they want

To say something about some injustice 

(Whether real or imagined) they flaunt 

Murderously, their social caprice 

Some are simpleton racists who despise

Blacks, Latinos, Asians & others more

Than they enjoy all of living’s supplies

(They create a fantasy of race war)

I need to quickly add explanations 

Of the commercially motivated

& the Bigger Thomas iterations 

Not many, but difference is noted

Not a few of them choose to blame women

Certainly a form of misogyny 

Thinking that life relationships owes them

(This alienation is unholy)

This is all toxic masculinity 

Where we men blame the sexual obverse 

(Oft’ “performative femininity”

Women’s social incentives perverse)

I should have started with the bullying 

That we think begins with one tyrant

(Truthfully we’re all participating

“‘Favorites’ is a form of violence”)

Let me circle back to the suicides 

(That are to me incomprehensible 

Mental Health sometimes sanity elides

A predictable reaction awful)

Today’s society’s expecting

Or demanding too much of human souls

People think they should be fame producing

Simulacrum of Humanity’s goals

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Insanity Headline Sonnet

Insanity’s tenuous conditions:

Untreated mental health is dangerous

& for people there are no renditions

From this fate’s fickle finger arrangements

We leave the least among us all alone

With only their close families watching

(& those kin folk have their pride to atone)

So people’s insanity’s stretching

How the mysterious mind operates

Is beyond ev’ryone’s everything

Chemicals, hormones & even phosphates

Are in charge of what, to life, people bring

So, please understand that insanity

Is a problem for the community

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/ny-metro-child-thrown-building-brother-20180929-story

Brooklyn Murder Suicide Sonnet

When Falling In Love we ourselves extend

Hearts sending out tender capillaries

To fertilize love for a sweeter trend

& dodging loneliness’s vagaries

But maybe one cannot live up, you know

To the amorous baggage therein

The dream Cupid looses from his bow

Is a strange love song on a theramin

What becomes of amorous delusions?

Reality rumbles from the tunnel

& all that remains are his illusions

His dreams & her body are then pummeled

Brooklyn Subway Murder-&-Suicide

Pulls to eternity the lies they tried

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/ny-metro-couple-killed-train-murder-suicide-brooklyn-20180727-story.html

Calculated Risks Sonnet

We all take calculated risks each day
To remind us that we are living free
Most of the time there is nothing to pay
But, occasionally, our luck does flee

We should all lament all of the accidents
That our foolish pride leads us to create
Fatal or criminal, they never relent:
We play with chance, until we meet our fate  

The liabilities that, carelessly,
We bring into our individual
Universes: both thought & thoughtlessly
Pay people eternal residuals

This man will never be at liberty
To make the mistakes of chance & then flee

“Motorcyclist killed after blowing stop sign, crashing into SUV in Queens” http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/ny-motorcyclist-killed-suv-queens-crash-20180721-story.html

Reality Sonnet From Photo

All the realities that we enjoy
Are merely some thin projections’ shadow:
What’s seen by us are visions we deploy
From the base existences that we know

The concrete reality that we see
From gentle breezes to birds & buildings
Are things that are & things we just believe
Existence is consciousnesses’ gildings

While it is painfully obvious that

There is an external reality

Within which we are all totally trapped

Without beliefs is falls to frailty

Here I have spent some time meditating

On the nature of truth: start berating

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

Rhyming Review: •The Gargoyle Hunters•


New York’s mood during metamorphosis
The “now” seems particularly cruel
Thus •The Gargoyle Hunters• will begin us
(This is today’s true literary jewel)

The meditations on what New York means
Complete with adolescent adventures
Of a free-range private school nerdy teen
All of which brought back my teen-aged culture

The relegated and crazy mother:
In an informal commune of borders
& the dashing obsessive father
Scavenging & barking out orders

A family painted on black velvet
Of private middle school dilemmas
Puberty and thievery’s strange couplet
Trapping our young Griffin in its clutches

Seeking approval & confederates
A scandalous collaboration’s made
Of two romantic thieving delegates
Who predate architecture’s colonnade

The father’s long term goal, disrupt the son’s
Immature middle school romances though
(But they do infect all the grown up ones)
It turns out we become the man we know

Iconoclastic rev’rence for icons
Is their spiral staircase of DNA
Though their collections give New York lesions
Their compulsions they cannot deny
Personalities’ personal suburbs
Those individuals on the outskirts
Of the mover’s & the shaker’s worlds
Are unfortunately too often hurt

The workers became shock troop of dreams
Marching right across convention’s front lines
To achieve the goals that the dreamer schemes
Little men enabling grand designs

In the end the dream is the loyalty
An all encompassing fidelity
That will become middle-aged pleasantries
Wrapped in older people’s sweet vagaries