Festus races into the wet street, skittering on flats strapped up to his thighs with pink ribbons. The gleaming penis lights up the puddles and the wet asphalt like a disco with a dark grey ceiling as it bounces back and forth across his thighs.
I walk along the street on a Sunday, and a neighbor in a purple
collared t-shirt and black dress pants comes out of his house and
beeps his car. I say, Good morning, how ya doing, as one does,
and he says, Good mornin’ sweetheart. I’m off to fight the Devil.
The gang sent a message to say
Her family would die if she stayed
Due to executive order,
When they reached the border
Her children were taken away
Keep them employed:
the village watchmen,
the police, the defenders,
the prosecutors, the judges,
the prison guards, the chaplains . . .
It’s easy to say “Fuck Florida”
because of the Christians who like big sweaty fake tits
and wear t-shirts and hats to emphasize their enthusiasm,
but on a bridge made entirely out of glued dimes
they’ll sign off on murdering a gay couple
O Berlin, with its typical trashy European outskirts, the denkmal in honor of the victory in the Franco-Prussian War über alles, the former East's surveillance tower truly über alles, graffiti everywhere, NAZI RAUS, mustardy and fudgy dogshits
Apathy, bow-tied and looking the other way, rarely speaks up, but points out that, just getting on with your life is probably the most prodigious path.
O wretched state! O bosom,
black as death! previous to the previous,
of our blood in the caravans.
Mayo Clinic says
a woman has a shorter urethra
than a man, giving bacteria
a quicker trip to the bladder.
They cannot put up with
How undiagnosable you are
How timidly loud you can be
How effortlessly you slip from the straitjacket
Yeah, we are all tired of stealing shoes from
Bowling alleys and
Doing donuts in the parking lot of another
Amazon Distribution Center.
So, what? Get up out of the cubicle,
Skittles, iced tea, unarmed. Seventeen years
old. Looks like he’s up to no good…he’s just star-
ing at me. Though cops tell Zimmerman to stay
in his truck, he gets out to find a stre-
et sign. Fox News anchors rave
here city of god meets
city of an other
and the broken husks
wash up on shore…
you can smell the stench
for miles down the beach
A woman posted online that she was glad her fertility was gone.
51 people liked that statement, while 97 were concerned.
“It’s like the drop of a roller coaster, you know
what’s coming, but the shock” says another woman.
Someone outside a homeless tent
asks for America's monarchy back.
Others want to post a red flag
on demands for democracy's foreclosure.
When my Dad
tells me my Uncle
is skipping the family reunion
so he can travel
to a Trump Rally in Pennsylvania
I hear coastal heat obliterates
thought all that Vitamin Dee
(or is it Deh)
makes you sleepy and you forget
about the color of the help
would the Supreme Court
rule in my favor
if I were to suggest
in this poem
2nd Amendment Solutions
They are taking children
from themselves and
away from their parents
to help build the wall.
We have the opportunity and indeed the responsibility to swing OUR DICKS AND DILDOS for the fences so that we can ensure Florida remains number one FOR ALL QUEERS, INCLUDING BIPOC AND TRANS FOLK.
Deep underground in a cave on the outskirts of Sanford Florida filled with the most high quality crime fighting equipment, a slurpee machine and an X-Box hooked to a massive television dedicated to playing nothing but Call of Duty
Headless poor unting nut nut not pooh unch nut headless nodding
pooch unning and pool unch the headless nut poot ut poon ut nut nut
nut nut nut nut nut nut nut nut do that now immediate pook ot no
no no spoo ace.!? Punk no poop unk poo unk poom unk poof unk poohah
would he rise from the comfort of his couch, throw open the flap of his tent and start his day, his sword at the ready but with no pretext to wield it, what if it happened
Threw up our tags from Kenmore Square to Harvard Square
Catching air off red bricks in “the Pit” till cops gave chase
Years later
The beer has not changed nor the attitude
Brothers, if I don’t live to see the day,
meaning, if I die before the face of bigotry,
take me to the desert and bury me
beside the border. For my headstone,
plant a barrel cactus, its thorns a reminder
I’d say this story is
true in our hearts, but
a drag queen actually
pulled a real one
out of a garbage bag
I thought that's what they wanted. They
mutter about me now. Behind the
mirrored window. I know what they say.
Here’s our current Winter spent in agony,
here’s our disrespected Sister, here is War
that mushrooms undiminished, glibly tears
our global Soul to slivers. And here We are;
I spread my arms wide open
amidst the snowfall,
and as if hit by a bullet,
I threw myself backwards
on a thick blanket of snow.
there is no world either, only perfect glances
gathered in hand like the stems of flowers;
like empty boots on a battlefield, standing
upright and waiting for rain, or thrown,
bloody with fleshy legs into a cart.
The world thunders along, in denial of
Promises, rights and liberties
In its reversal of
Language,
Lie threadbare all egalitarian notions!
If I must be armed, I’ll fit pink flowers
in each barrel, shoot petals in moonlit
massacres, the only howl
my own feral salute. If I must be armed
I’ll stow them all away in glacial cold,
This poem is about Ron DeathSentence Florida man
He's come to screw you any way he can
Whatever you do don't say gay
Make all bad thoughts go away
We are caught in now’s particulate,
terrain where our footprints, dim signs,
will tell a tale to other eyes,
if eyes erupt again in the infinite epic
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