Category Archives: Sonnet

“My Bad” Sonnet

On the bleak avenues where we poor live
(The ones not swept for rich suburban kids)
A catastrophic drama one man gives
(Apologizing for tragedy lived)

For some personal shortcoming he died
(Known only to him & his assailant)
Maybe he cheated? Maybe he lied?
Witnesses reported he died valiant

“(The victim) was clutching his chest… saying,
‘My bad! My bad!’ His last words — he said
‘my bad’ four times. …Were his last words [living].
It gave me goosebumps. [The last price he paid]”

For some established rule of the poorest
Death was delivered to one man homeless


Suicide Sonnet II

Despair’s inflated & elevated

No matter how rarefied the pathway

People are by reality anchored

Some souls see costly damage lives assay

“Look!” I whisper, “see the unhappiness

Flirting across her stoic countenance?”

(The sensitive see other souls’ undress

It is how they obscure their reluctance)

Some brave souls hide their sadness with swagger

Others in style’s fashionable package

Rest assured under its weight they stagger

As they try to rummage & hope salvage

Please! when you hear of someone’s suicide

Know that you have the same despair ins

Obscuring With Beauty

People learn things exceedingly slowly

Rarely understanding implications

Situations’ implications wholly

Searching out oversimplifications

Create palatable realities

Of noble & honorable people

Obscuring all of our venalities

We’re praying towards a false clapboard steeple

We resent all the unflattering news

Rejecting both the friendly & snarky

Rather than try to accept painful truths

That might let wisdom’s bold knowledge mark thee

Most people hide from their identity

When it doesn’t their ego benefit


New Year’s Sonnet 2018

Each year has no beginning or finish

These are fictions we comfort ourselves with

We are on an endless strip möbius

Enjoy that we just have today to twist

What do I have the most gratitude for

At the arbitrary end of this year?

Is it the events that went my way more?

Or the tribulations that I endured?

Scribbled on 2017’s reverse

Will be a year of radical events

2018 will be One we won’t curse

For life’s generosity will relent

3 Stanzas & a couplet I give you

An old Sonnet to observe the world through


Sonnet as a Plea for Freedom

I must escape the media maelstrom

The vortex of virtual violence

Where the ideas of the basest are shown

For the bottom line wealth’s prurience

From the right wing I get primitive lies

Parroted by the mainstream media

Obscuring their white supremacist ties:

Equivalence: hypoglycemia

From the left impotent sanctimony

Dribbled keystrokes from a million iPhones

“Being Right’s” the vapid patrimony

Of people who forgot how the knife’s honed

So if you want to save me, send a letter

To a politician: make him better


I Weary of These Infernal Patterns


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