Archive for April, 2015

Exhibition

April 29, 2015

White eyes hard on black
pinned bloodshot to the screen
riots where an oriole ought swing
derisive laughter over jukebox music
I Heard it through the Grapevine
Marvin Gaye sings it to them
hunched over the bartop
arms defensively crossed
in a posture of fear
fight or white flight
from their stool perch they watch
critical doves lined on the wire
gaze hotly down on the crime
stones by sinners cast
cars in flames
smoldering ruins
cops in retreat
broken spines and rough rides
in a city likewise
rough
and broken, disgraced
live seppuku committed on TV
for the audience
to cheer and condemn
in one foul breath
in lieu of fowl balls
just another game
sports-cast, murder-cast, under-caste
the men upturn their Budweisers and drink
like thugs, like animals, like rats

Wish Snap

April 27, 2015

A wishbone is pliant only to a point
when without warning
it snaps
unceremoniously waking the sleepers
from their collective naps
they rub their eyes
shake the haze from their heads
and find it there in pieces
pushed past its breaking point

Dreams evaporate
as slumber succumbs to wakefulness
to clarity, to clear vision
to clairvoyance
for now that the wish
is exposed as meatless bone
the future is seen
and it offers no sustenance
formerly once sustaining lies
lose their powers
people can no longer be kept
obedient to the lever
workers can’t be counted on
to pick the lettuce
or exterminate the pests
to police the streets
or teach children right from wrong
hunger and rats set in
crime and ignorance overcome
in such desperation
at any moment
the gun
or a set of lock-picks

There’s more than one way
to make a simple wish come true
and when we wake up
they’ll wish they never knew

Special Victims Unit

April 23, 2015

Privileged by skin and sex
successful from birth
beyond the dreams of many millions
fortunate to be born
into their society and status
blessed by place and time
with all this going for them
they find they cannot be happy
if they are not the victim
so they cling to their perceived victimhood
railing against the world
that denies them liberty
they forge a philosophy of selfishness
one that allows them to bemoan
all those freedoms
from which they feel deprived
emboldened by the pseudo-intellectual garbage
of their movement
they attack rules and regulations
that safeguard the rights and welfare of others
affirmative action is a crime against whites
laws prohibiting rape violate the natural order
that gives the strong dominion over the weak
they promote debunked junk science
to prove their superiority
to exalt their station above those
occupied by lesser races and the gentler sex
culture they believe has been constructed
to keep them down
under an oppressive feminizing thumb
that does not permit a man to be a man
into their fold
they do accept some women
some blacks
some gays
as long as the woman agrees
feminism is unnatural
and the females rightful role
is homemaking and childrearing
as long as the black agrees
the African American is inherently lazy
a moocher looking to take advantage
of white government’s generosity
as long as the gay agrees
homosexuals should not seek equality
but should be content
to keep themselves to themselves
and not flaunt their sexuality rudely
in the faces of easily offended heteros
thus is their big tent maintained

Disconnection

April 21, 2015

being nothing special
we make up special things to be
not content to be meat
we create spirit
an ethereal realm
where we can be so much more
than what we are
where limits are transcended
where auras define us
where tealeaves offer a vision of the future
where we are favored by God
this need to believe poisons our humanity
injects false significance into the mundane
we need
for life to mean, to have meaning
and for us
to be the interpreters of that meaning
and read ourselves into the story of the universe
thus we fulfill the ego’s will
to exalt itself over the material world
where we reside blindly in our arrogant ignorance
sure of our quality of uniqueness
certain of divine connection
what a grand disappointment we would have
if the end were less merciful
and gave us one pure glimpse after death
of the banality of the reality
we were too proud to embrace while alive

Lobby

April 16, 2015

fear motivates them
to want you to fear
for your health
for your home
for your security
of which they want you to have none
kept uninsured
you are always a breath away from bankruptcy
one bad bug or break
and you are out
they move in
fangs dripping blood, claws drawn
ready to seize all assets
and throw you on the street
sick, poor and credit-ruined
now they own your old home
and rent it out to you
for more than the mortgage
you paid before
it’s a simple game they play
rules torn from the pages of the good book
they’re God
you’re Job
and the devil’s got their ears
making it all possible

Binary System

April 10, 2015

I am twisted
downward into depression
every morning every step
as if driven by a screwdriver
gripped in a rough and artless hand
a half turn is given
for each pace he takes at my side
a full 360
on the stumbles, trips
drilled flush on the falls
the walk from car to schoolhouse
is a blessed light
dimmed, reddened and finally eclipsed
by a relentless disease that breeds in me
an unquenchable one
slow motion witness
day by day to the play of decay
as it lays waste the future
and atrophies hope
he weakens
I drunken
twin failures
like two stars in synchronous death-spiral orbits
we circle one another
the people on the world below
left to wait and wonder in fearful anticipation
who will first explode

Habitual Blood

April 8, 2015

Obsessive picking at my face
the nails dig in
gouging a gory ruin
fingers run through my hair
scratch at the scalp
scoop out flakes and filth and
blood accumulates darkly
under white crescents
scars never rest
rent open anew
unable to relent
I plough troughs through skin
probe the tenderest places
with a tentative touch
then rip into flesh for the win
until pain and shame
wields the clipper
trimming flush to the bed
I look at the loss
like an amputee
but they will grow back
unless comes the day
I end the curse
ply up by the roots
that which offends me
the good old biblical cure
cut it off
kill it dead
drown the world
cleanse it complete
bring the end
the unsatisfying end

Dance to Death’s Rattle

April 6, 2015

Victims and their vocal supporters demand
recognition of victimhood
race, religion, sexual orientation
explicitly state it, every detail
on every broadcast
in every report
every time
the cry of martyrdom
echoes hollowly off liberty’s bell
a whining resound
reverberating through media reports
and into the halls
of crippled, outraged believers true
who need the world’s injustices
turned inward on them
like the riders’ blades on the fox
who in its frightened countdown to death yelps,
“White Christian heterosexual male!”
its eyes wildly swivel
as its perceived hunters tighten the ring
“Help! Help! I am endangered!
The last of the wild, politically incorrect
white men who tell it like it is!”
and in disgust its pursuers turn their backs
sickened by the ugly scabrous cur
a pitiable base thing that in construed victory
gleefully laps its genitals, laughs and shouts,
“Islamofascist faggot nigger whores suck my dick!”
a death rattle picked up and shaken again
an unshakable professional habit
believing in its invincibility
and that it’ll never get caught again

Led Astray

April 3, 2015

contentment wars
all pleasure, every joy
no tranquility goes untortured
no calm unturned
disturbance of ease complete
relief bequeaths agitation
worry cracks the paint from beneath
feeds the baby flakes of lead
1977 longs for life again
retro poisoning all the rage
reborn
anything to turn back the clock
walk back progress
darken the ages anew
bring out your dead
bring out your dead
bring out your dead

The Agency

April 1, 2015

They grab me
tag my ears
command I cry, pout, sigh
sting and suck blood
give me a wild goodbye
monitored by drone
tracked by transactions
now they know
try to dodge, hide
dark back corners
slunk low
hunkered under a pitcher of beer
yellow, behind it
my face distorts
bubbles, wavers, bends
a funhouse mirrored hall
of glass of whiskey, vodka, rum
in and out of dens
beeps and blinks red and green
every move monitored, computed
calculated, crunched, predicted
dart sails into ass
drugged out, dragged off
colored by numbers
shaken, tested, stirred
returned to virginity
a natural beast
without mystery
totally sold
all the evidence, all the data
happiness is freedom from guesswork