Gutter Sonnet

Cancerous Sonnet of Yesterday’s Manifestación


Eight years of having a Black president

Upset the thinking of so many folk

So tRUMP lied: claimed “illegal resident”

(Missed that their racism many Woke!)

The indignity that, beside the wars,

Some sprigs of olive branches sprouted out

& that empire-building was not in store

(They claimed he weakened our army stout!)

The Obama legacy might just be

Deflation in the “wages of whiteness”

Militarized police the first to see

(“Black Lives Matter” arrived to bear witness!)

So when the savior of the imagined

Order, justice & prosperity came

& millions marched against, to his chagrin

(Subconscious bigots don’t know who to blame!)
All over America comes the thought

Look at what our selfishness hath wrought

Media Failures, Electoral & Moral: Sonnet 

In the aftermath of the inauguration

After tornadoes swept the Bible Belt

National Public Radio began

With a story that looked for the Left’s Faults
Highlighting Blacks’ Absence from the HUUUGE march

& pointing out women’s complicity

In Don tRump’s electoral Golden Arch

(Focusing on what adds legitimacy)

For years I have been addicted to them

NPR updates seemed both smart & fair

But for a while they have been slipping down

This year allowed me to break from their air

The patina of fake “equality”

Has wrecked Public Radio’s quality

Grading Blue Books Sonnet

Unconquerable morning’s arrival

Placing its jack-booted foot on my neck

I stare down hoping for my survival

Thinking I’m grateful to endure this wreck 
I do my morning chores reluctantly

Culling papers sentences & word choice

Many essays complete tasks skillfully

Explaining why everyone needs a voice
The graded papers reveal weaknesses

Of the lives students must endure these days

They, workers, aren’t more than appliances

To the America that sometimes pays
I’m a cog in the scholarly machine

Grinding rough edges off of human dreams

Elect The Empire Sonnet

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Remember the 1st time you realized
That your boss’s plan was better for him?
When you sat, thinking, & it analyzed
How your proposed benefits were a scam?

Your secret dreams and hopes all euthanized
But the shop remained open for your work
The team-work he preached was idealized
(When you asked for your share he was a jerk!)

Well, with your November vote against me
You universalized his lawyers work
(Thinking I was paid too generously)
You gave capitalism its pitchfork

So! You’ve elected your own oppressor
(Come join the resistance to Trump-Vader!)

Poetic Review of “The Desth of the Last Black Man” by Susan-Lori Parks

Interesting cast of stereotypes

A dramatic collage brought together  

Pastiches of dehumanizations 

Searching for a narrative to weather 

Atavistic dehumanizations 
Roiling the calm of a bourgeois theatre

An elite method of illuminations

To hint to folks they’re a contributor 

Tragic mulatta with décolletage 

Floor length sequined ensemble showing curves

Is updated Black-Woman’s dressage

Which creates the Jezebel “we’s observes” 

Hip-hop-hoodied update jigaboo 

Was sadly the most anachronistic 

Out of chronology he lost voodoo 

Making this show a bit hedonistic 

If this play connected stereotypes 

(Seen on ESPN & Blockbusters)

We could see how & why these phenotypes

Are encouraged & paid by white hucksters

I enjoyed the zip-coon’s shenanigans 

But if he’d become bourgeois anchorman

The anachronism’d be clearer then

Though I loved being challenged by the plan
The noble (& diesel) “drumstick mammy”

Consoling the “black-eyed-lynching victim”

Was a disjunction that I found hammy

Without a backstory to update them

The Barnum-esque Top Hatted “Bigger-&”

Could have said so much about Al Sharpton

Jesse Jackson, Minister Farrakhan 

(Atavism & anachronism)

Felt lost in the sea of stereotypes 

Without any narrative life jacket

These characters were very well drawn hypes

But “un-didactic” it seemed a racket 

Uneven Identity

It begins again
Media hypocrisy
Reinforcing men
Masculine Sacristy

It begins again
Canonization sexy
Creating women
A false domesticity

It begins again
A fake serenity
The past is re-run
Counterfeit identity

Identity made
To negotiate culture
Becomes a charade
Lies’ infrastructure

The soul I’ve become
In society’s labyrinth
Untruths that I’ve spun
Are Lies’ temple’s columns’ plinths

It all ends sometimes
Life’s uncertainty
Destroys our sublime
Fate’s an entity

Reading the scriptures
Of this barbed reality
Written in markers
Common Man’s humanity

Counternarratives
To the winner’s history
That never forgive
Avarice’s mystery