Tag Archives: sonnet

Las Vegas Viva Sonnet

What if the shooting was terrorism?

(Albeit subconscious insanity)

Perhaps he was fighting for untruth

That was told to him & he internalized

Perhaps he was fighting for something great

That exists just in imagination

A time when myths were lies we could create

To build a more tractable creation

The America John Wayne has portrayed

With repressed Women, Indians & Blacks

Inspired the purchase of the guns he sprayed

Onto the concertgoers naked backs

We have created a reality

Without meaning besides banality

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Bartleby 2.0

Modern working class existential angst

Has created “Bartleby the Scrivener”

‘Gainst the 21st century’s phalanx

Of our meaningless by a whisker

Tay Boon Keh has chosen to face jail time

As a modern Quixote dispatching

Expectations to various corners

Of the planet that we are exploiting

He would prefer not to participate

In the global endeavor he’s part of

He did not wonder much or ruminate

Tay Boon, on wealthy people, has laid a glove

This man’s a passive aggressive genius

He’s struck back inequity’s meanness

Daily News Story of Passive Aggressive Hero in China

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

Maximum Security Murders Sonnet


Boredom in maximum security

Led two dull despairing inmates to kill

Four more souls for some electricity

& maybe some jailhouse version of thrill
For they, hoping to get executions,

Murdered four more of their Fellow Felons

They were not searching for absolution

Just hoping: end the thoughts in their mellons
There is no fraternal honor of thieves

Just a vapid caldron of men’s desires

Around this venality someone grieves 

That only murder satisfies these fires
We on the outside, vaguely sentient,

Can’t imagine the pain of confinement
Original Tweet on @wQueens7

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