absolutely oppressed by
an armed citizenry of
absolute dunces;
an average intelligence that doesn't impress
and half of them are worse
and by half I mean over 150 million;
armed, they are armed
And they won't pick up
a book or invest time in critical thought
alright, but guns, yo - g-g-g-g-guns, yo - fear. tyranny.
authority.

iS tHiS pOeTry?
the poet cried
hands in fists
fetal body now
bUt i StuDiEd sO HaRd
I SHAN'T BE SIDELINED1
cried they
&cried america

A poem
b no t(at)  
** me
(when
th
e
spine
bo
ne
gro
wn
fr
om)
pine cone is Seed
toproducts
andnot
process

Arrival Asparagus

everyday

I think
about how
I think
about you

everyday

If Donald Trump isn’t a disgrace,
then no office holder
in the United States can be labeled
as such.

He is either prejudice,
inept, or
thoughtless - or
all three.

The reign of Mr. Trump
has been one continual
deluge of malignant passions.

As president,
he has hardly
ever opened his lips, or
pecked his thumbs, without
threatening and denigrating.

The grand object
of his term has been to
aggravate the acrimony
between the contending parties,
spread falsehoods, and
destroy every public figure who speaks
against him.

Mr. Trump has labored, with tragic success,
to break up the bonds of social affection,
and under the ruins of confidence and camaraderie
to smother the faint and wavering light of happiness
that flickers through this dark and detestable absurdity of life.

solitude ocean island:
alone starved & dying:
one possession:
mono track:
single speaker:
          plays jazz

me, the end:
abandoned & happy

within the desolate black bile shadow beneath us
where the candle of confidant and lover ceases
despite all things, yours is sacrosanct; yours undegenerate
aflame through death and bringing life to the tenebrae

she replied:
whether the glass
is half empty or half full
doesn’t matter;
if there is high ground
and dry land,
weather the glass

in the sense that
each moment is
a half
moment plus
a quarter
moment plus
an eighth
moment plus
a sixteenth
moment plus

my infinite moment with you

become echos
and tribute

when you die
pieces of me die
parts that anxiously anticipate
moments of shared reflection
on what made us grown
when you die
I am left
and solitary reflection

1) salmon chase:
harvested
freshly; by my own
fledgling strokes
2) True,
Democracy:
makes no enquiry
of a man; wherever it sees a man
it recognizes a being endowed
by time
with
inalienable
rights

My love for you is dancing the color yellow

Of the sun
just as bright;
the world's light

soft as dandelion,
a blast of wild flower
withinfinite prairie

the glow of camp & a forest night
a porch lantern
caressed by the breeze

the caged canary
deep in the mine
My beating heart

what words are

there
to comfort

weakness


when your love dies

and you're left
alone

to sorrow


and you're right
alone

tomorrow?

I love when my mustache freezes
I hate when my freezes must ache
you love living in Minnesota
or you hate your mistake

(4 am) chicago
the bus is (s)in; town

philes (file) from all around
(to) eyeball an axe

cut (as) glass
jaw (a)gape

singing; screaming (r)ape
to ***** (on) chicago

A haiku for you,
Chocolate Milk Drink. Divine.
Know the Sacred Cow.

l(d

rop
p
e d
t h
e dam

n th ing s
o)a
z
y

melted hershey’s kiss
you’re so soft in my pocket
so brown and khaki

I'm
a born again
bachelor
&dead again

        singular;

divorced
course
sourced
my remorse

born again
&dead

        eyes removed
your pillow, blanket
&scent
from this bed

packed your belongings
to **** my
lasting longings

born away
    &dead
        again

poured all liquor
down
    this drain

        a symbolic gesture
washing
pain bottled
evidence
hands red

empty&dead

The cross-eyed bear
a snowy feather
in Minnesota weather
forever and ever
a dance to see
grace
clumsily
on mine shoulder

Like, I was all
                         like What is life
                                                            ­                     , even

And you were all

                Ugh,            I know                                            
                ­                                                                 – right

And nothing was            
                                                                ­                … right


                              in this   world



But it

                  didn’t

                        matter

   ­                                      Not
                                                Really

     ­                                                    because
                                                         ­   nothing

Mattered

                                           ­                                      nothing didn’t matter

cotton candy clouds
keep me company
create comatose
&color-catastrophe

deep \ inspace
Old man &/ withered
@in the center
lying.in a
crypt
suspended by nothing
stormy &/ coldstone / Morpheus
black.@in
deepempty \ inspace
dying.is a
person/ified
Old man sleeping
&: the movement
of molecules
is his @in a
deepemptydream \ inspace

On the consequence
of space, time, and chemistry:
I'm glad there is you

eye
looked i nto a w i ndow
i t was not m i ne
an d i n the wake
eyes world is bl i nd