day 95 (January 9, 2017)

… this.
the day after
the whitewashing
of white housing
pointing to whiterhousing
and whiterwashing
to hide dirty laundry
in full public
viewing
this.
the whitening
of cavityfilled
wisdom teeth
pulled and rootcanaled
while
chloroformed in multicolored
hope posters
this.
the final corroding
of enamelled alabaster
by leftover
gristle
pounded into
smiling
gum
this.

and yet….

day 95 (January 9, 2017)

day 93 (december 30, 2016)

….fuck! 2016
still here?
waiting for the next passing
cramps newyears
celebrating
i mean
how yougonnabe
dancing
when this really is
the last christmas
and how yougonnabe
cigarlighting
when havana
is no haven anymore
and howyougonnabe
raspberry-beret-ing
when
al gore is less of a bore
than that orangeman walking
in the whitedoor
seriously tho
can that nye ball
finally drop
so all the shoes that are about to
finally
stop?

and yet….

day 93 (december 30, 2016)

day 90 (December 1, 2016)

…yo – didjaknow
that google textcrawls
through meanings and verbs
inserting fb into fbi
and antiterroristing through curbed
ideas – ’cause I’d-do-ya
with cursedwords and
and wordedcurses that
now constitute the new constitution
but yo didjaknow
that fancyass textbots
sniffing out realitytests
between red-and-blue dot
ignore poetry?
seriously.
“anticontextual ungrammatical gibberish
does not compute in bigdatafetish”
so  come onboard
this poetic nebuchadnezzar
this cloaked matrixdestroyer
that will be our new communicator
lets speak not in hushed tongues
or twisted logic but in tonguetwisting lyrics
lets go on the dl with verse
that will become their worse curse
lets throw rhyme and meter
outthefuckingwindow
and we will deter
every snifftest of sensible
reason
destroy every canon
with invisible cannons
and do treason
against
the new digitalstate

and yet….

day 90 (December 1, 2016)

day 89 (November 16, 2016)

…feels like
freedom is dusted and done
and religion is a kneebending
to corporategun
feels like
body is a state lab
for national policy
and going public
exposes pubic to
presidential handgrabs
gendermandering handshakes
into backstabs
and childphotos into assnabs
feels like
standingrocklandgrabs
pipeline blood into oil
and oil into water
and whatever life
is leftover is a remainder
of recurring dismal decimals
regressing to old standards
feels like
the louder the scream
the more deafening the dream
and the sirens when they come
will flouresce bloodspatter
all over the shit that matters
felt like
this for 16 years
andnow! 
y’all with
with your tears for fears
marching on black streets
lined with white sihouettes…

and yet….

day 89 (November 16, 2016)