dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Rancid Spam (for mature audiences)

image link Rancid SpamMake-upped face like a hatchetponderous gait like a teletubby;not cute like snowpuff Moomin,more bloated like dying whaleflopping on a deserted beach.Long beyond expiration datelike grey-slimed celery in bin.Greasy like sauteed monkey brain, contaminating mad reign,causing pain like vice-crushedfinger with no money for treatment.A focal point of angry hatredlike a big boil on…

Dirty Sham Wow (poem)

Dirty Sham WowHalf dead bully who doesn’t give a rat’s asswhat anybody thinks of him. Just like kidsin school, the hateful wannabes are in hisshadow, enforcing his sociopathic reign of fuckery upon the peoples and landscapesof the globe. Threatening to invade, thendrawing back after everyone gets all hotand bothered. Laughing with his endlesstweets and moronic…

What Within Us?

what within us? white men, dark suitsred ties, white shirtsarmy of pain dealerstearing apart our homesleaving us to wander, wonderwhat within uskeeps us chainedunder such vile rule? Steve’s post today inspired me to share a poem I’ve been working on for a few days. Please take a few moments to read Steve’s post and my…

dVerse Poetics Tuesday — a poem inspired by Johnny Cash’, Folsom Prison Blues

“The Circus,” by Albina Felski blues with no bridges: burned middle learning toxic lessons from the cradleprivileged take sun for granted on vacationpoor don’t notice it while scrambling to surviveprivileged are blessed to have cozy nanniespoor learn a bottle soothes when it’s fullprivileged own institutions that let them slidepoor, the face of crime, bludgeoned by…