October Poem 39: These Four Walls

These four walls with their white textured surface

And the wooden strips that cover the seams

In the presurfaced sheets of drywall. These

Four walls, the blank canvas painting my life.

These four walls, will your shabbiness leach in

My morning cup of coffee like so much

Leaded paint? Will it fill my lungs like the

Black mold that brings men in hazmat suits to

Cover the neighborhood in plastic tubes

Only to have the anniversary

Release with FBI men’s guns replaced

By walkie-talkies like E.T.’s PC

Police run amuck? These four walls that give

Me support. These four walls blocking me in.

September Poem 53: I am Not Racist but… Now You Think I am Going to Say Something Racist

I am in the underrepresented class

Of straight, white, American male. The “I-

am-not-racist-but…” of identity

Politics. The disenfranchised too big

To study too untalented to do

A damn thing in sports. The raised by a

Single mother that made just enough money

To keep food on the table and a roof

Over our head. The raised by a mother

That had to work two shifts every night to

Keep us just off public assistance. The

Go see his dad on the weekend but have

No male or female role model in the

House. The be without parental super-

Vision the rest of the time. The how the

Fuck did he stay out of jail and off drugs.

The it wasn’t because he didn’t have

A chance. The this is the last time you’ll hear

Me talk about it because it makes me

Sound racist and sexist if I have an

Opinion on anything. The don’t work

Hard because it takes hard work. The don’t do

The work because you are smart enough to

Know the shit without it. The don’t get a

Good job because you let yourself be that

Loser. The don’t write poetry because

That is for other folks (Not that there is any-

Thing wrong with that.). The don’t read books if you

Are a real man. The don’t go to college

Because you barely made it through high school

Without dropping out. The don’t go back to

School because you are too damn old. The don’t

Go back to school because you are too damn

Broke. The don’t go back to school because if

You were smart you would have been through college

Years ago. The don’t follow your dream because

You never had one in the first place. The

Don’t follow your dream because you have to

Earn a living. The why the fuck didn’t

You pay attention to what you were told

Before you ended up with that useless

Fucking English degree. The what are you,

One of them folks that wants to write poetry?

(Not that there is anything wrong with that.)

September Poem 10: The Domestic Abuse Boogie

Your Daughter. Did you have the time to look at

Her before you left your brain behind your

Anger? Or did you see yellow and brown

Inkblot remains of the last time the rain

Dripped through the shingles that you would have had

Replaced? If you had only cared? If you

Had only had the money? You didn’t

See your daughter’s pain. Did you? You just saw

Your arms swing. The smashing of flesh beneath

Your knuckles. The blood trickling out of

Her nose. The roaches scurrying away

As she hit the floor. And the police. And

The handcuffs. And the story you tell them

About how she—She—did this to herself.

August Poem 43: Blowing Smoke

Take a deep breath. Deeper. Take their smoke in

Your lungs. Become them. Become carriers

Who could be rendered with sparks and smoke long

As scraggly brush blown off the burn pile.  Long

Of the yellowed cotton filters. Burned out.

And the butts everywhere. Burned out. Scattered

With these used up people. Dotted. Frayed by

Their time in the dryer. Hand around the

Black lake. Willing all find their way carried

Brains like piles of clean clothes. Thoughtless heaps.

They smell of diffuse cigarette smoke. Like

Mental peanut butter. In line for the

Illness. Blacks your fingertips with each touch.

With the paper gone. Dissolved. Washed away.

August Poem 26: Inherent Violence

By your privilege alone you will speak and

Words are violence and lefties read your minds

As Triggly Puff rocks back and forth screaming

Over you, so you can’t be heard at your UMAS

Lecture. Words are violence and you have just

Lynched someone with the words you couldn’t say

Because they wouldn’t let you speak. Words are

Violence and lefties have been hurt screaming

With their fingers in your face as Chanty

Binx tells you to shut the fuck up for a

Second. Words are violence and lefties have

Their rights to preemptive self-defense strikes.

Words are violence and lefties have a few

Choice words for you: Baseball bat sneak attack.

August Poem 25: The Will

To squelch the myriad voices: smash win-

dows and throw trash. The will to

Squelch the myriad voices: puppeteer

The Evergreen President. The will to

Squelch the myriad voices: using threats

And violence. The will to squelch the myri-

ad voices: using masks and baseball bats.

The will to squelch the myriad voices

With the full backing of the mainstream press.

In this post truth, post racial era, when

All other Ideas have been outlawed and

Left-wingers have been duly deputized

To seek out retribution for the things

That they have decided you want to do.

August Poem 23: President Trump’s Press Conference

I hate the Nazis. You hate the Nazis.

President Donald Trump hates the Nazis.

Deep down, even the Nazis hate themselves

For being ignorant, uninformed ass

Monkeys. White supremacists are a bunch

Of morons who mentally finger bang

Each other in each other’s collective

Assholes. Even they have to agree on

This simple fact. But the constitution

Protects their right to assemble. Even

If, you hate them. Even if, I hate them.

Even if, President Donald hates them.

Even if, they hate themselves deep, deep down.

For being such uninformed ass monkeys.


Freedom of speech. Even though: Their speech is

Vile. Their ideas are vile. The fact that these

People hold to such backward ideas is

Vile. But they are protected under the

Law. The law that makes us free. The law that

Keeps us free. The law that protects us, the

Healthy, informed, and liberal citizens

That believe in social justice from the

Tyranny of the government. The right

To protest and speak unfavorable

Opinions. The right that you use to keep

The government from being ruled by the

Nazis because punching Nazis only

Makes them run people over with their cars.