….pouring out words
as libations
for hidden readers
like
moten calling to
friends
in secret societies
nonlinearities making
white see red
like
grammys straining
to make sense
of mumbled rage
trap -ped in rapped verse
unwrapping hearsed
sensibilities
until reality
is
dead

(on the occasion of India’s republic day)

…it is perhaps time
to re-public this trick
make it democratic
with simple magic-
the kind
that appears
rather than disappears
resistance
the kind
that takes in
rather than jettisons
dissonance
the kind
that goes back
to being the kind

predictive iphone poetry using trump as starting root canal :

,,,i realize
that real lies are only
reason composed to
lose composure
fucking with measure sothat
avant-garde is co-opted into
trendy hashtags
that will soon swipeleft
and pixelate into tiny dots
floating eventually outofview
i realize now
that real lives are only
treason composted into
socialmedia trashheaps
and
theonly revolution
will be the one
that will be selfied
at armsreach

…laying down lines
and snorting poetry
i wonder if
this emerging apathy
will finally
narcan the shit out of
blissfully shimmering overdoses

….what good are these words
if they dont tear out your eyes
grind into dust the rest of those lies
and then
spit on
cavarneous bloody sockets
that refused to see
even when retinas were attached
to nerves connecting
one hole to the other
no interpretive language inbetween
no color to be actually seen
justsomuchmothafucking
selfcontained circuits of logic
that
my words
would dribble right through
emerging finally from orifices
that are edifices
of purity
ima bitedown hard though
to mix blood with saliva
so when i finally spit this atya
itll course through veins
like an iodine test
reddening yo anodyne
until
you too spit out blood

…ask instead
what youre doing
to perpetuate
this fascist mess
call it
the orwellian test

….a white man with a gun
with no ideology
is like
a fish on a bicycle
doing a wheelie

 

“Lone wolf” vs “terrorist”: the vocabulary of mass shootings

 

 

…homecoming is
ndtv barking
reflections at 11
at 1130 i finally 
calm my irritation
with pronunciation
“gow-erment”
is probably
a deep state
of and for cows