State of a Union

we need to talk about the state of our union
you knew it didn't you with a spiro agnew kit
nuke it in unison new kids on the obama bloc drama lock
chock full of stock promises and acknowledgements
with no honestness -- polished up flawfulness
lawfulness, awfulness and false populist monuments.

 

Sinew

traditional values, damn you, how do you
reinscribe your tulpas into our cultures?
vulturous devourers of power and novelty
instilling god-willing monotone poverty
mulchers of wordplay do nothing to hurt you
your hue a mixture of
blood,
semen,
and sinew
original Sin,
you

Second Nemesis

whatever i scrawl down
ya'll can scroll down
roll around and forget
hypertext glyphs
my perplexed list
inert internet nexus
it's expensive mending fences
the pretenses of my premises?
the ambititious, anonymous nemesis neverending us

Mad Lives

If you are a poet
do not (hesitate to)
put the word suicide into one
or more of your works.

It will only force
your best (friends)
to put you on suicide watch
or worse, into a mental ward.

If you were planning on
writing (suicide)
poetry, try to write it in a
lighthearted or ironic way.

It will only force
your best (suicide)
on (friends) who
will forever (hesitate to) participate

in your mad lives

Three Musketeers

no questions asked at the masquerade ball
put your mask on: all for one, one for all
Three Musketeers, mice scared of nightfall
a masked raid, mass created out of spiteful
muskrat miscreant mysticism and shortfalls

Framing

I want to build a house
where there exists no crevices
no places for mice
or for dust to collect
no couch behinds where change comingles
no lost and founds
no cracks to sweep where carelessness and apathy
have sniffled their skin
knowing no dark recesses
nothing lurking or hidden
no murky morasses
no more dirty linens
A house in which it impossible to be swallowed up

The Rest of Them

I bet you think I am like the rest of them.
I bet you do.
But I’d bet against anything I’m a better better than you.
You think I’m a number;
A combination of letters.
You think I’m the tender
of a corporate center.
You think I can be marketed to
Well, I can be.
But not by You;
you simply don’t understand me.

Wingspan

this is how we buy mortgages
on our mobile phones

opt in vs opt out
drop in vs drop out

targeted advertising
scanning and panning for gold
in data streams,
rivers of numbers and mold

Deficit

Do the things that we’re doing
even make sense?
do they understand it?
the trillions on the fence
How can money explode like this?
I can’t make heads or tails of it
credit and whatever its
entailed: debit and debt edits
how can money managers dispose
suit and tie paper shuffle
while bottled anger angles oppose those
brutal white paper hustlers

Ixtab

ixtab mixtapes
fixation on rape and suffocation
spilled hangmans' semen population
the lonely, fertile locations
of mandrakes where lost lovers' stationery hastens

stationary, her noose drawn
goose down on my neck
crafted of mollifying kisses
hisses and pecks

my cucumber, unpickleable
wild and unpickable
prickable tickling and silkily
nicking and nibbling me-
inkily

Heat

bully puplit demagogues demand tax in cash
to be sent to iraq and fill black body sacs
zipped up and toe tagged, faxing the facts

make that fixing the facts by shredding the evidence
printing more stacks of undead presidents
unprecedented costs for american residents
treason is reason if you only feign penitence

im sick to my stomach that "defense" is an offense
offensive border fences laced with lasers and trenches
the stenches of men left to languish and flummox
under the heat of oppression while the stock market plummets

Vital Principles

meter and time, meter and time
a little alliteration
also assonance
constantly consonant
like a similar simile
more than a metaphor
ready for every floor

flair, fauna and forum
of poetic decorum
dialectics injected
memeplexes indexes
deconstructed structures
strictures and selfpics
readers interpret
pet theories and proffer
the intense resentments
remnants

and intents of authors

Value Judgement

Why do we value others:

for their proximity

a perceived sense of family

for their contribution to society

for a style or

an undeniability?

Failure

I failed her
an utter failure
the clutter of my life
merely qualia
fluttering regalia
human retailer
tailormade retainer
entropic sink fashioned
from a fresh flesh container