national wear a keffiyeh day…

freedom fighter

the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and asked
where’s
your
keffiyeh
taken aback
i said
well
i don’t
have one
he said
why not
well
why would i
was
my reply
he said
today’s
national keffyeh day
and
everyone
who gives
a damn
about freedom
is supposed
to
wear one
well
or
a sombrero
or
any
outward symbol
of
resistance
to the racist policies
of
the new
social bullies
in
washington
it’s
a more
polite way
of
raising
your
middle
finger

like the fabric of society…

like-the-fabric-of-society

when i
went walking up
to
aunt bea’s back porch
she
was sitting
at a small table
working
on a knitting project
of
some sort
as i approached
i heard her
say
oh darn
i have to take
all those rows out
and
start again
as i entered
aunt bea
said
look at this
i
assured her
that
it didn’t
seem
to be
all that noticeable
aunt bea
said
well
a bad stitch
is
like
an alternative fact
it weakens
the fabric
and
then
things
just start
falling apart

iron deficiency…

iron-deficiency

there will be
no
apologies
nor
words
of
condolence
to
those
left
abandoned
and
dying
beneath
political banners
of
red
white
and blue
banners
littering
the ports
and
borders
of
an anemic nation
a nation
so
easily fatigued
when
exercising
freedom
always
seeming
to have
a shortness
of
moral breath
and
an unusually
rapid
heart beat
when exposed
to
the truth
preferring
a placebo
rather than
a dose
of
reality

hate’s history repeats…

hates-history-repeats

racial purity
a repeated theme of hate
now in my own land

now in my own land
i hear calls for legalized
racial purity

racial purity
national safety it’s mask
now in my own land

congressional approval…

congressional-approval

hate lies in a shallow grave
scavengers find its rancid corpse
pulling it to the surface
freely sharing their bounty
with those hungry enough
to ignore the smell

random pages found on the floor #12…

random-pages-found-on-the-floor

a whimsical thought
that freedom applies to all
a foolish notion
engendered by history
written in outdated books