….you and i both know
that insanity isnt ever defeated by logic
and panic
will send whatever sense is left after this pretense
running for walled borders
so
lets analyze instead
how superstition stole in
disguised as science
and
acquiescence paraded
the whole time as defiance
lets look deep
and see how ideological creeps
meant that
justice became justhis
battleground
we were fighting so very hard on
with hardons for anything
that slipped by our sidevision
even if it was merely
his shadow
we were celebrating as reason
yes
lets finally blink
and break this transfixion
with cruci fixes
the road back to redemption
needs no more saviors

….to altquote mark twain
(you dont know him but youd have liked him-
he was altfacting back in the day
even gave himself an altname)
why let even a little education
get in the way
of you and your moneytrain

…come, please
sit down next to me
the chair is always empty
let me tell you at least
how to simmer
a little bit longer
how
to march with fists balled
so
no one can shake your hand
so
when youve had enough
and raise them in surrender
the sharpshooters might at least think
that your punch is mightier than
their triggerfinger
let me please
tell you the story
of how my knees too turned to jelly
how
the crowd, trudging now
sandwiched me along
refusing to part and let me out
until i was forced
to find my feet again
let me tell you please
how
to keep screaming
after the throat has been cut
how
to bite the hand that feeds you
and feel guilty instead
that it fed you and not them
let me tell you
how
to close your eyes and concentrate
on spitting out the mud
so you can keep
chanting
when the highs have died
and your ears are ringing
in the new silence

…its a distraction
only if theres
something to turn away from
no no folks
this right here
is the actual main attraction
execorders
lined with
borderland personality disorders
the empire striking back
through a pussygrabber
who cuts off your hand
while saying
“i am your father”
therapy through twitterragers
and
policy through askingpollsters
so go on folks
line up right here
we’ve been filling these coffers
for 8 long years
so whats 8 more
when its the same options
on offer

 

 

http://www.npr.org/2016/08/31/491965912/5-things-to-know-about-obamas-enforcement-of-immigration-laws

…lower the banner
now
and hold aloft a wallclimber
dont you dare

..so whatnow?
the moment after
the chanting
and the marching
and the aboveweightcategory
punching
the moment after
realizing
that it is only
the moment after and
not the moment before
not
a moment too soon
but
a moment almost too late
whatnow
that the crowds have left
perhaps because
they were never ever left
but out because it felt so right
whatnow
that the whitepicketfences
have been resurrected
and the
whitehurts salved and mended
whatnow
that whitehouses still house whites
and citywalls protecting cityhalls
still instill the laws of altright
whatnow muthafucka?

…it isnt the
monstrosity of the dictator
that destroys hope
for the future
depression resides
in the absence of opposition
not just the cooptation of
daytoday resistance
but in the actual
lack of
an alternative solution
so go on –
abandon all hope
in those tired notions
of revolution
trample those strategies
underfeet
as you march to
those syncopated beats
break that stride
or that stride will break
on reefs made unsteady
by
feelgood reefers
that blow
smoke up
your ass
and into his gaping
mouth

and yet…

….eventhough
i had to go
i was emptyhanded
and signless
couldnt pen
“your globalsolidarity
follows the laws of
conservation of ideology
-kick sexworkers
off that platform
to make space for africandrums”
or
“this 2million revolution
will
fall asleep
from marching so hard”
at one point
i stepped on a
dogturd
probably
a better signofthetimes
than these unpostered
rhymes

….on to dunsinane then
marching now on ides
we have never been wary of
before
all those times we
sat and stared when
bloodied unwashable hands
tore apart brown womens demands
this time
though
we will not
miss the trees
for the wood

the morning commute

….hope sent along
on parallel stabs in the dark
waiting for an echo
to return
as a light
at the end of the tunnel
is this how
bats dream?