The dominant metaphor here is mimesis. The act of mimicry. Reproduction. Imitation. We’re talking the facts of facsimiles. Echoes and iterations. Growth hormones in every pot and two carbon copies of carbon footprints in every garage. Our home movies play like tired reruns, exit polls from Sunday’s big game. Every ballot a quilt with a …
Category Archive: Poetry
Mar 25
As Magic as Anything
Jesus is not here to save you any more than the bartenders or the politicians, any more than the drug peddlers or the girls in magazines. The church like the queens of late night infomercials will take your money but have no interest in your soul, leaving you to fend for yourself as you always …
Mar 22
2012 death cross
At the grocery store, late afternoon, and it’s crowded. Store in one of many strip- malls that dot the landscape on the periphery, interlaced highways. I think I see Pete in there. Pete married my first ex. We’d huddled under blankets upstairs, junkies downstairs, no heat or hot water, then all that gunfire. We carried …
Mar 19
Coffee and Donuts on Ice
The Minister of Information sits quietly in the Happy Donut next to the seventy five year old anarchist who doubles as his landlord. The Minister of Information wears his multi-colored “Cleaver sleeve” pants with their twelve inch if they’re a foot codpieces. He’s been sporting them on the spoken word scene sporting them all over …
Mar 13
Conflicting Fathers
Each day, towards eternal sleep I dream…of my forefathers who dared to run the gambit, I see loneliness and pain among the echoes– oh dear lord, help me remain virginal among the ruins of self… My own father died of cancer on June 3’rd 2006. Spiritual being, founder of all, guide me toward a beautiful …
Mar 10
Libya!
Libya, Libya, Libya, Libya, Libya Libya, Libya,Libya! We have already forgotten how To spell Moammar Gadhafi’s last name The other day on CNBC I saw it on the screen All in capital letters Kaddafy With a K-A-D-D-A-F-Y Why, I don’t know, It certainly wasn’t the right spelling But very humorous really Because Kaddafy Makes him …
Mar 07
No Coffee
When the alarm blasts me awake I have to unlace my work boots to get ready for work And there is no coffee Six goddamn years I don’t see the sun til I have already broken a sweat til I have already ate a cold lunch of cold leftovers or worse At least five days …
Mar 04
End-Times
that red bloodshot eye, they say, could be from almost anything, maybe stress or cancer or certain death or just the dust kicked up from humanity’s death march to a great silent end-times regardless, this, tonight, is not the end-times just a ‘shut the door and bury your life’ kind of night, where the faintest …
Mar 01
The Plague of the Politically Correct
All I can offer is, they’re easily pissed off, to paraphrase Disney, “Six out of seven midgets agree.” –Bill Gainer
Feb 27
God Bless America
Memorial Day. Hancock’s motley wobbles down Main Street, a small-town awkward parade Norman Rockwell would have admired. Veterans bulge from their uniforms. Boy Scouts lack matching pants and shirts. Girl Scouts giggle and break ranks to greet their friends in the crowd. We watch from the café and wonder how the war dead will respond …