Archive for December, 2017

Alien Land Scape

December 29, 2017

Limned red upon a glance
held in sight to green
creeping clockwise verdigris grows
the solid circle
letter selected
eyes roam the board
one out from the trap
meaningless chit-chat
conflagrations, evacuations
arson as flailing heroism
oxygen fanning flames
as it pumps into lungs
falling never lower than
twelve breaths per minute
heart rate blood sugar moisture
watched, checked, balanced
necessities of life
monitored but unlived


Dances with News

December 8, 2017

Puerto Rico starves and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
Kim Jong Un tests nukes and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
California burns and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
Barbarians within the gates and meanwhile
Dancing with the Stars
Media silence, media noise
Medusa vision, Medusa stone
silence is death
noise is fret
vision is none
stone is end
dance on dead
dance on dead

Home to Roost in the White House

December 6, 2017

Today’s rapists
face a new kind of challenge
too many women
have determined
that rape
is not their guilt, their shame
but rather
that of the rapist
it is a difficult climate in which
today’s rapists operate
always under threat
that their victims
could speak up
and externalize the blame
instead of quietly
internalizing the degradation
until it distills
as concentrated self-loathing
exploding in destructive behavior
slamming doors
on opportunity and growth
those days are over
and today’s rapists
must all be aware and beware
the blame and guilt and consequences
are more likely than ever
to come home to their door…

or, who knows
the fucking pig might just be elected president

Blargle Bilge

December 1, 2017

klakamite feelabore
indestry befoamed
hind-driven watt-ward
grotesquely untoward
hoola maven sundowned
up to the klak behind
on under kneeth declined
by wavery wenches signed
garbled in hoops wired
unsurprised, disaware
radioactively disinclined
unprotested riot pot
kettle molded on the head
shuttered umper alley cost
best up unreleased
bitter comic holocaust
can’t erase trepiduration
four many years too gone
ultra-rare bonus track
humpeously bad last song
sung to a grabbly puss
retracted in the dawn
shine never to dismember
momma by the dying light
as sexuality rapes a pawn
to advance the queen
against the dream
of a bigger more grand patriarchy
finally in excellency sacrifice
the man protected
accusation tossers lost
to the megaton nuke king boss
kim jong ill in the head
kim jong undo the end
kim jong donald trump
kim jong garbage dump