Poetry for the modern era, exposing the hegemonic magic that has intoxicated everyone. I’ve written 5,000 poems for you over the past 20 years. Full throttle feminism, poetry, and PSYOPs in action – running on people power.
They let him go
when he was particle-composed and had died of
drifting through outer space
they let him go,
the people’s race of peoples didn’t own him,
floating past nationalism and liberty
as cancer an infinity emulsified
the mortal equation,
the surmountable forms of gray ways,
child without childhood
you picked at these fingers,
the seven wrinkles, your chance to perceive things
but accelerating away,
faster than cycles of sun or moon,
with the forms and “words” of humanness,
standing as a sun-drenched field before a 7-11®,
a parent kisses their child at college,
the smell of wet tallgrass.
They got to go to college,
wave wave . . . wave wave
the forty classes
wave, for the presence of Einstein.
The ports and portals are much different.
O life of this bird,
breaded and deep-fried.
Padded hands of god
laying the skinless muscles down
by auroras of gold and marble.
To seasoning, to spice, to oil.
For the oligarchs who
spend their vacation in God’s house:
the celebrity-chef cuisine.
For the executives who do their will:
the Palm Springs five-star cuisine.
That we may be so fortunate
for them to bring it down to us lesser,
the human beings.
I attacked the teenagers.
I admit I did.
I inherited them into the government.
In the greater time of decision making
one should impose the state of teenager.
Why did that person join the police force?
Adolf Hitler cherished teenagers.
Grandmother cherished teddy bear figurines.
Why are the teenagers eating snack foods on TV?
Who’s watching the TV,
what era and signal does it signal?