Category Archives: sonnet

Toxic Masculinity in The Bronx

Toxic Masculinity’s protection
Offers underdeveloped egos Black
Kinda venal form of compensation
To surmount the simulacrum of lack

“Shit rolls down hill” the old adage reports
Zora Neal said, then Yoko Ono too
“Woman’s [truly] the nigger of the [Earth]”
(So their diminished status makes Black men blue)

“Sexism is all a brother’s got left
In this commodified society”
Some say I oversimplify in jest
(Such is my academic piety)

But rest assured this “crazy nigger killed”
To get his masculinity refilled
http://gothamist.com/2017/07/01/bronx_hospital_shooter_henry_bello.php

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/

HP Lovecraft Revisited Sonnet

Liv Rainey-Smith

I want to write a Lovecraft styled story
Of unmentionable devil worship
With gothic purple prose so hoary
That readers will follow my judgeship

But instead of casting shade on “mongrel
Cults of 3rd world brown associations”
It will track the horrors of Brown and Yale
(& those bourgeois white affiliations)

I’ll show how Zuckerberg, Gates & Buffet
Worship the tentacle faced deity
& the invisible hand men suffers
To perform ghoulish impropriety

The racist cruelty of H.P. Lovecraft
Describes the 1%’s bloodthirsty laugh

News-Feed Sonnet


I look at the news’s shenanigans
With a mixture of my schadenfreude
& lofty arrogant comparisons
I use to bolster my attitudé

All the tragic misfortune of others
“Caught with thirty seven grams of pure dope”
“Mountain of stuffies the baby smothers”
Are enough to give my pointlessness hope

Sometimes we can all agree about things:
The ignorant folly of the lofty
We love when misfortune’s pendulum swings
To sew misery upon the crafty

Newspaper’s endless negativity
Provides my meaninglessness gravity

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

Sonnet

  
I am so fucking tired

That I want to cancel

I just don’t feel inspired

“Ennui” I want to stencil

On every paper 

That I mustgrade today

All my efforts: vapor 

I must work endlessly

Unappreciated

Labor goes into each

Day anticipated

I keep storming ʇɐɥʇ beach

As we finish again

Know that work’s our best friend

Endless Sonnet

  

Each wave is identical

Also completely unique

Repetition: practical

Their differences oblique
Each person watching waves

Is completely different

But like banister staves

Cooperate in bent

I sit by the river

Of autos driving by

Observing, I wonder

If there’s a reason why

Why do I consider

The altar of nature?