Tag Archives: meditation

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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Truism Sonnet

The people who mind really don’t matter

Concerned predominantly with themselves

They want their own idea of better

They refuse to accept what’s on the shelves

The people who matter, don’t really mind

They accept all our flawed humanity

Whether they agree or not, they are kind

These people are less caught by vanity

If you accept & internalize

This little chiasmus, you will be fine

You’ll not other people have to despise

For the will choose their own personal line

Know that the final barometer

Is just your own personal measure

Age’s Shipwreck Sonnet

I find myself without any rudder
Floating through this existence of mine
There are shores & rocks that make me shudder
But if I look up heaven is divine

I find myself without any ballast
Bobbing high atop life’s meaninglessness
I row frantically, my hands are calloused
I float a silken sea of seamlessness

I find myself without a sail or keel
A survivor in an open dinghy
I long for youth’s intense meaningful feel
As I eat survival rations stringy

If you live long enough you see the sea
& its many watersheds start to flee

Good Friday Sonnet

I sit down after walking around Queens
Exhausted by sensory overload
Ev’rything has hidden meaning it seems
(Once you’ve untangled humanity’s code)

The people walking from & to worship
All seemingly on different wavelengths
Though it is one deity who turns up
(Seems to be able to ignore my angst)

On this Good Friday some walked from their mosques
Others traveled to Saint Sebastion’s church
(We who Religious traditions had tossed
Went & were simply shopping for merch)

This place is hardly a destination
But it is humanity’s salvation

American Greatness Lies Bleeding Sonnet

Abraham Lincoln airily declared

“With malice toward none[:] charity for all”

& then was like a dog by racists slayed

Thus continuing America’s fall

Into the deepest abyss we have moved

A trench under five miles of racism

The rotation of our caliber grooved

Marching blithely towards modern fascism

The Identity Politics of Race

(Thought to be the scourge of all us colloreds)

Has taken DW Griffith’s face

& will drag us down with these poor dullards

The American Election has said

World War Three’s coming bringing death instead

America & Americans Sonnet

I wish I could clearly sing the praises

Of America & Americans

Whom the high bar of decency raises

Even after our recent concussions

Although we jump out of a checkered past

The rules of our game were fairest back then

& our best impulses try to hold fast

To those ideals of the enlightenment

I won’t focus on insecurity

That short-sighted fear & greed nurtures

Our greatest wealth is our humanity

(Liberty’s carcass circled by vultures!)

Right now I am told to fear the others

But in my heart I know they’re my brothers

Broken Foot Sonnet 8-31-18

I am wondering if will ever

Rejoin the standing tribe of the upright

Who are pedestrians that incur

People unmediated by cars’ blight

Will I ever, stride, saunter, or just walk

The byways where people simply exist

Freed from status markers of Detroit’s chalk

I am a New Yorker & must resist

As I lurch on with my crutch-prosthesis

Collecting the side-eyed stares from others

I curse & lament this new genesis

Realizing that oddity me smothers

This temporary handicapped voyage

Reminds me that many live in steerage