"sanger" poems
A hymn to paired planethood: Venus hits Pluto
as death, in cold orbit, collides with biology
smashing to fragments: demonic astrology
(more a black hole than a love-star, it’s true though).
Cynical cure for Eve’s womanly grievance
Concupiscent consequence: lust’s bitter fruit –
ah the thought… changing Sin into mere inconvenience.
Margaret sang her seductive refrain
about weeding the garden and progress and light.
Her sisters should view her with scornful disdain
but instead have adopted her murderous rite.
With sang-froid she promoted her racist eugenics
(as if she had never herself been a fetus),
condemning her heirs to postmodern polemics
while nurturing ardent desires to defeat us.
Suppressing the lives that she flushed down the drain
she would liberate Death – and resistance was vain.
As a midwife to modern life (though on the “anti” side)
Old Matron Margie racked up quite a legacy
singing the praises of sanctioned infanticide
calling the shots for the coming sick century.
Planning, quite calmly, to “cleanse” certain races
her zeal was empowered by murderous graces.
She labored to bring us such pearls of subduction:
“dilation and curettage”, “women’s autonomy”
“viable fetus”, “procedure”, a “suction”
Hippocrates retches to hear the taxonomy;
words that turn Life into mere reproduction.
She enters the realms of the ****** and the motherless
roundly condemned by her feminine otherness.
Man’s first protection: the God-given womb
which no infant should have to regard as their tomb.
Dismembered dark cherubs, assembling, greet her
as demons (in scrubs) holding baby-parts meet her.
Long may she burn with the medical cynics
this mother of Moloch, this founder of clinics.
Convenience is king when abortion’s the Queen
and the profits swell big with each nubile teen…
yet the fruit of such carnage remains to be seen.
I send her this song as a funeral wreath
and a card inked in blood. You may read what is there:
“To the Matrix Supreme of our culture of death
from the souls of the infants you slew on the earth.
May your torment increase with the children you bear.”
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
An Open Letter to Really Important People
The Old Dime Box, Texas Statement
A Manifesto Made Manifest in Manifesting Manifestingness
We post this serious looking document
Bloated with long vocabulary words
Sodden with weak dependent clauses
Marshaled in numbered ranks, down, down they go
To the GossipNet all serious like
And everyone has to pay attention to us
Because it’s AN OPEN LETTER, y’know -
You may sign it if you’ve got letters behind your name
Signatories:
Apostle-Disciple Magic Dawn, DD., Non-Binary, Author of Green Polar Bears I Am, Co-Equal-Director of the Anti-Oppressionist Theatre Against the Occupation, Agent of the Revolution, Auteur, Guest on The Wheel of Fortune and Parent of Two AMAZING children of indeterminate Gender with Their AWESOME and AMAZING Life-Partner Sven-Marie.
Massive Ferguson, M.Ed., Poet, Rector of Admissions, The University of Where the Old Circuit City Use to Be
Poncy Tworbst, M.A., PUBLISHED Author, Seeker, Inspirational Singer-Songwriter, PUBLISHED
Heather-Mistee La’ Thwitte-Tworbst, Ph.D., Director of Library Resources at Saint Margaret ****** Homeschool Resource Authority Collective, Inc., Certified Ordained Consecrated Priest in The Worldwide Church of Me-ness and Pastor of the World-Famous Weddings ‘R’ Us Chapel of Rainbow Dreams in Magdalena, New Mexico
Lawrence Hall, HSG, Thinker of Thinky-Ness and, Like, Stuff, Endowed Chair he found at Goodwill, His Mark: X
(Sean Ian Johann Johnson, MBA, J.D., Chief Photocopier Operator at Donald Trump University and Fashion Editor at Gun, God, and Guts Magazine, was not able to sign today; he is sharing a cell with other White House staff and patiently awaiting The Day of Greatness.)
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
fem in isms,
i imagine Sapphic eyes:
bad *** advert coruscates elite
fairness sensing slavish blind
in gestate calm affirm
in genders More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
O harsh judgement foiled,
as a foil, as unknown truth
foil-doubles in the brow,
abject symmetry to systemize
a fertile lack of sterile barrenness,
i am a mediatrix rend,
nirwaan, hijra wonderment aside
from transemotion's ground swells
demeaning to be understood.
i celebrate and face the same
to be what paperwork tests being
normal being, freely chosen
atom each belonging moves
an asterisk of paths
of mutate art of nature social darwin maze.
i imagine Sapphic eyes,
ginko soft they pile up all cobble
memories themselves concretely
cloistered fame
spray of salty waves,
macho screams symbol
for dismissal ease
for tearing at an inner unsaid war
with lists offense of proper taste
to what posterity intends
an undulation womblike seeming nourish safety sounds.
i imagine Sapphic eyes
past
debauched
meanderings
where hyster-clarity rejoins its titular
and reliable escapisms curl the lips
of maleness found
here and there smile sneer love
i imagine Sapphic eyes
linguistic pirouettes
congest that wisdom nonetheless
the moment passed on to a
feigning truth in pretty rhyme
ornamenting time with fine meter fine
vernacular chimes peter in
to juggle perspectival paradox,
redichotomize the twilight idols,
resolve the conflict like a dawn
Aurora,
i imagine Sapphic eyes
running plastic with Alaskan wolves,
toga floats to snow
to let us see the purest fairness form
a ****** circle,
Hypatia ascends from tenebrous grave,
Impregnable of Eye is pregnant now
with Wollstonecraft revered
in liberation's fount
families held exemplar gaze of
Taylor, ****** Cady,
Anthony resanctified
to vote entitlement's
empathic origins, waxen mold
of nascent categories,
narrow hands spread wide to panoply anew
the manifest evolve in true unknowns
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
If only God wouldn't of called you home
We'd hear your truck from a mile away
Red Bulls in hand
Ready for a cookout
But we haven't seen you in 3 years
No more coming to the ranch
No more ******
But it's okay we left all the memories there
Along with my dead Grandpa
Who I never knew anything about until after he was 6 feet underground
Mom talks about you a lot but I never knew you
Did you drink to bury all the memories of Vietnam?
Did you smoke to bury the ones that have died?
I will no longer see my uncle
But it's okay
I don't drink Red Bull anymore
Momma and I sat on that couch
Looking out that window
Knowing your tires wouldn't make their mark anymore
I think about you all the time
You were like a father to me
But it's too late for that now
The last memory of us was simple for the little girl that was me
We walked into Walmart
Hand in Hand
I felt like the luckiest niece alive
You bought me a toy robot
And I loved it because it came from you
It may not mean much to others, but they didn't know you
You were the sweetest man I knew
You weren't even a father yet
But I could tell you, you would've been a **** good one
Bye grandpa I will never know
If Only Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
I'd like to get to know you
Rather than the pieces I have pieced of you
Told from many people that knew you
Bye uncle I loved
If Only Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
Then I could stop missing you.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
Eleanor P. Carney sat with her legs folded,
Casually reading a catalogue
As she waited. Her mind drifted
Effortlessly away from Joe until:
"Come this way" said a voice dimmed,
In light of the current situation.
The click of Ellie's t-strap heels
Turned the heads of many
Beauty parlor goers, as she
Was lead to a back door.
A *** of boiling water hosted
Sharp things for slaughter.
"Now, I have to ask,
On account of virtue,
Do you really want to do this?"
The beauty practitioner who
Practiced more than beauty, stood in
The corner, tying an apron
around her thin waist.
Eleanor P. Carney shook her head,
And sat down on the
Cold counter knowing that
She would not regret this.
Ruth L. ****** struggled everyday
To find new ways to disgust herself,
But the lack Ms.Carney's
Shame and guilt would
Do just fine for today.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Ruth T. ****** put her cigarette between
Her chapped lips and sighed
As she started the dishes.
She was feminine in the same way
that Clint Eastwood is; She wasn't.
"Mama?"
"Oh god!" Ruth squealed,
Allowing the cigarette to fall
From her mouth into the sink where
It went out with a sizzle.
"I don't mean to scare you none,"
"What?"
"Where's Papa? He said he'd be
Home tonight to help me fix my wagon
For Bugsy."
"Well he isn't." Ruth resumed
The dishes in the same way that one
would pick up a book.
"But where is he?"
"I don't know ****** But she most
Certianly did know. "Did you string the
Laundry on the line like I told you to?"
"No."
Rosie J. ****** fell asleep that night,
Thinking that she had deserved
Exactly what her Mama had
Done to her left eye.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
little man,
you have had such
a big day.
all those questions
you ask,
all that playing you do
you did.
a lot of growing
and showing,
nana how big your getting.
kindy today,
cheese ****** for lunch
and baby cannonballs
(black grapes).
after that,
we visited friends,
walked to the rockpools
snacked on apples
and milk
lots of hugging and laughing tickling and giggling.
to smile so hard,
must take lots of effort.
no!
then to eating,
that big, yummy dinner
of macaroni and cheese,
must of worn you out.
even after that,
baby, bannana split
you're not tired?
oh! it is just your eyes
that are getting sleepy
now to leapad learning and choosing story books lots of things,
ticked off your list
now it's bathtime,
my friend,
splashing and bubbles,
shampoo and rinse.
then some time with humf and hoot.
cuddles with dadda,
kiss for nana,
story and song,
then, my big boy,
bed is where you belong.
all night long.
mwah from mumma.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
Margaret ******
founder of Planned Parenthood
and aligned with the KKK
(you know who they are)
premeditated
genocide
for blacks
......
She is still
hard at work
and
succeeding
!!!!!!
Where are the
abortion mills?????
In the neighborhoods
they saturate
the neighborhoods.
Whose neighborhoods?
Our black sisters'
neighborhoods.
Won't someone tell them, please?
Please.
Which president
has planned parenthood's
hand
up his back?
You don't have to look far
and they're best friends!!
Do you think he's for you?
Really????????
Who's community
has he been
"organizing"
???
Sounds more like
a holocaust
to me.
.....
...
..
.
Cj 2016
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
Margaret ******
founder of Planned Parenthood
and aligned with the KKK
(you know who they are)
premeditated
genocide
for blacks
......
She is still
hard at work
and
succeeding
!!!!!!
Where are the
abortion mills?????
In the neighborhoods
they saturate
the neighborhoods.
Whose neighborhoods?
Our black sisters'
neighborhoods.
Won't someone tell them, please?
Please.
Which president
has planned parenthood's
hand
up his back?
You don't have to look far
and they're best friends!!
Do you think he's for you?
Really????????
Who's community
has he been
"organizing"
???
Sounds more like
a holocaust
to me.
.....
...
..
.
Cj 2016
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Waterworks are failing
Nile faucet tears
***** powder salt
Plague blood wine
Fermented analgesic sea
Swallow Ebers papyrus
Swallow Sanger's scroll
Raze the periscope, this is no crusade
Born blind under duress
They sink mid-thigh in pools of acronym
Copper pennies at their toes
Can't wish for things they haven't been
taught to believe
Steal them instead
They'll get a parade for far less
But then again the winds might turn
The sea might divide master and slave
And there they shall be peeing their pants
"In caelum fero--we make our mark"
You picked a bad day to fight, Egyptian
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC