"subverts" poems
All my poems are
The same, aren't they?
*"You're being lied to by a corrupt,
Imperialistic government,
Corporations own your soul,
We're destroying the planet's
Natural resources, making
It uninhabitable, to ourselves and
Driving other species to extinction,
Capitalism is unethical, and
It subverts the potential
For real democracy,
Yada yada yada yada
Blah blah blah"*
Maybe I should write about
Something else, but what?
I like flowers,
Flowers are nice,
Especially orchids, but
Not those weird,
Smelly ones that grow
On Callery trees... no
Those things reek like
Stale **** and sour milk.
Ah, but who could deny
The pungent and delicate
Fragrance of a rose?
Someone with anosmia,
That's who.
What, you didn't
Stop to think about,
People with disabilities?
How incredibly
Inconsiderate!
What are you?
Some sort of
Overprivileged, straight,
White, cis male ableist?
**** off, you ******
You might as well
Be a fascist. I would
Tell you to go back
To **** Germany, but
HEY, NEWS FLASH,
It's 2015, buddy,
Grow up and join
Us adults here in
The real world.
Wait... where was
I going with this?
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
i haven't dreamt in a while
and i never dreamed that would happen
i fear falling asleep
because i hate waking up or
at least i hate the outside
that my open eyes reveal
i'm losing my imagination
because all i think of is better
and better is pretty mundane
the more you think about it
i was running down the street today
then saw a bus pull up at the perfect time
i got on the bus disappointed
logic subverts the unique
i stopped at a door today
for 5 or so minutes
thinking about coffee
then strange footsteps unfroze me
i woke up early today
but the more time i have
the more i get done
the more never enough it is
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
deeply swaddled
in troubled sleep
covered in
blankets
soaked
with woe
vast crushing stones
of daytime vexations
wring out
the very last
drops of aching
night sweats
a constricting
conscience
strangles
the possibility
of rest
eruptive
violent
struggles
subverts
a desperate
restoration
this damnable
listless sleep
yet in the
nadir of torment
as another
bleak daybreak
creeps closer
a fluttering
voice
hovers
to whisper
courageous
dreamscapes
into my
drowsy ear
"don't be afraid,
I am with you
commanding
the help of
an army
of angels
10,000
strong!"
these are
the days
of miracles
and wonder
don't cry
no more
Paul Simon:
Boy in the Bubble
Happy Birthday
Paul Simon
Jacobs Dream
Marc Chagall
jbm
Oakland
10/13/11
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Referees mismanage oversight
incorrect calls lower credibility
faith in justice dissolves into the ice
agency is taken into padded hands
vigilantes slash and spear.
Hip check leads to cross check leads to fist check
malignant hostility boils over
leather armor is removed
interphalangeal joints meet mandible
type O negative paints a jersey
haymakers take bizarre trajectories
to avoid helmets and visors
the face is homebase to ingrain pain.
Violence subverts gamesmanship
players must be taken off ice
to be put on ice
otherwise brawls become overabundant
and destroy the integrity of the sport
yet each transfer of agony is euphorically satisfying
—considering the context—
so fist fairs continue for the foreseeable future
we organize an impenetrable perimeter
once we've acclimated to penalty kills.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 4:01 PM UTC
Mundane concerns stifle
the soul that hungers for the infinite
Practicality subverts the mind
as it questions and wrestles with
this existential enigma...
Bound by the curse of productivity
and the insatiable drive for accumulation
Libidinal, perverse thoughts
drive the working man
to this, to that...
he is a puppet pulled by invisible strings:
the corporate, bureaucratic masters
calling the shots
laughing control freaks...
the world is theirs for the taking
and the worker-slave raises his hands
a sense of triumph
as the crumbs fall down
We live in a Kafkaesque era
merrily languishing
in this willful dementia.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
This resident hedonist
is feeding false promises, premises,
had precedents
lacks presence
get off our premises president
our countries bloodied and blemished
supposed genius turned menace
made a promising entrance
now with vehemence, menaces
subverts his messages, sentences
burn our nemesis' edifice
don't hide in the crevices
its prescience
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
Being with you, I suddenly felt free.
Being with you liberated me
Being with you, was a thrill, so soon,
your aura had pierced through the typhoons
Surrounding my heart, you entered my zone
A volcano erupts
we provoked a tone.
Being with you,
Im suddenly alone.
I realized Im wrong
I realized what I did
This was not how it was supposed to be
It was too late i had pulled in you in too deep.
You saw me as everything that i sought to be.
Whereas.
I dwindled and fell into depths of no worth
The broken side of me had swiftly resurged
My passion for you led my own passions astray and
Replaced them with hell on earth.
Pretty funny how the irony just emerged
Hell and heaven the reason for birth
And then I remember why we ended and
it brings me mirth.
Being with you was another universe.
One thats too vast it immersed,
but it didnt fit, So it turned into a curse.
I’ll leave my paradoxal self to converse with your lips to create the most beautiful free verse
But here its reversed, reality is worse
It cannot be traversed so i simply adhered
I needed a reverse
My state was deteriorating the more i rehearsed
The lines in our script
Just bodies, no words
But darling please realize this isnt gonna work
Lets leave it to that world,
To ignite our fireworks and
it feels strange, like a quirk
We may go berserk
But i guess our love was the type that subverts
The only way out is to weaken our verse
Disturb our lines and coerce
Them to stop rhyming let the letters disperse
Being with you is poetry that i cannot blurt
Or sing or whisper it left me inert.
Im sorry, that i didnt notice it first
That poison was also what love exerts
And that love would leave us with so much hurt.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
"Everything has an equal and opposite reaction"
Your absence spites my lungs
Her beauty subverts my patience
Your side-effect undermines his charm
But your pain doesn't equate mine
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC