angry bards in battle crying
more vehemence than melody
eardrums punctured by the icepicks of our days
quotidian assaults of capital and dumbshow plays
a broken trumpet in the night
defiant globes of sound
heralding the light
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Sunday, May 11, 2014
atv army in utah, mother's day
o mother i sorrow at
your rape. your violation.
a thousand bully boys
on atvs, headpiece filled
with big-gulp oxy-
addled rush incontinence
they will be the death of us
a thousand thousand
children-pigs, armed inciting
flailing fatboy tantrums
reciting constitution mis-
quotation backward crapping
anal leakage lies in giant
jingo boxer flags
they're missing you mother:
spoiling for each other's love.
or a fight.
your rape. your violation.
a thousand bully boys
on atvs, headpiece filled
with big-gulp oxy-
addled rush incontinence
they will be the death of us
a thousand thousand
children-pigs, armed inciting
flailing fatboy tantrums
reciting constitution mis-
quotation backward crapping
anal leakage lies in giant
jingo boxer flags
they're missing you mother:
spoiling for each other's love.
or a fight.
Saturday, May 10, 2014
tragedy/comedy sonnet
my introduction to your life
was tragedy. the deaths
of all those men.
1980. you were all so thin.
a tragedy ends in death
(or ronald reagan). who
could have seen the comedy
coming, 30 years from then?
two men walking
down the aisle, promising
impossibilities: that life
could be happy. a comedy ends
in marriage. & now
everything begins.
was tragedy. the deaths
of all those men.
1980. you were all so thin.
a tragedy ends in death
(or ronald reagan). who
could have seen the comedy
coming, 30 years from then?
two men walking
down the aisle, promising
impossibilities: that life
could be happy. a comedy ends
in marriage. & now
everything begins.
Friday, May 9, 2014
greece
give us your rubble give us
your fallen columns & your
beaches give us your wine-dark
blood & your fated old women
tossed like doves' divining entrails
to the street.
give the haunches of your muses
to our grinning usurers. they will
usurer them good.
you began this satyr play
3,000 years ago. now your ships
are lost & your wanderers
will never find their home.
your fallen columns & your
beaches give us your wine-dark
blood & your fated old women
tossed like doves' divining entrails
to the street.
give the haunches of your muses
to our grinning usurers. they will
usurer them good.
you began this satyr play
3,000 years ago. now your ships
are lost & your wanderers
will never find their home.
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