promyshlenniki…

a flag's silhouettes of death...

my uncertain moves
are not because of my age
it’s that i’ve been prey
and have learned to be cautious
skin hunters take on strange forms

ball and chain…

scavengers of young souls

the game was always
to get inside of your head
turn myths into doubts
self imposed limitations 
stronger than the chains they forged

 

 

problematic proverb…

problematic proverb

getting used
to
the mud
on
my shoes
for
no matter
how
hard
i try
i can’t
seem
to
get it loose
sometimes
it weight
me
down
making it hard
for
me
to move
freely
seems
there’s a stigma
about
folks
with muddy shoes
they’re
not allowed
in
fancy restaurants
for fear
the mud
might rub off
on
alligator shoes
and
fancy texas boots
hell
i’ve even heard
that
folks
with mud on their shoes
can’t
even vote
or
have to wade
through
a swamp
before
getting
a chance
at
the lottery
of
freedom
but
what bothers
me most
is that
i’ve heard
some folks
have died
because
they had mud
on
their shoes
seems to me
that
a lot of people
have
left out
the moral purity
part
of
cleanliness is
next to
godliness

just talk to the hand….

just talk to the hand

please
don’t say
those words
again
about
us
all getting along
because
we can’t
hell
even lovers
can’t
do that
so
why
do we pretend
that
the embedded
rebars
of
ignorance
and
hate
can be chiseled
from
centuries
of
layered
contrived history
each
previous
attempt
has been
paved over
with
more
hatred
and
fabricated
reasons
to
fear
others
that
are
not understood
nor
acknowledged
for
that matter
so
please
do not
bother me
with
can’t we
all
just
get along

 

 

the smell…

the smell...

i’m not sure
why i didn’t notice
it before
perhaps
the window
was partially opened
and
i must
have been closer
to
the window
so
the stench
went
unnoticed
but
i’ve heard
others
speak
of
it
but
i was certain
for awhile
that
they were
quite
mistaken
but
now
the smell
is
totally
oppressive
putrid smells
of
a slaughterhouse
bends
my body
to
the ground
as
i retched
when
i realize
that
in
the darkness
of
these
last few years
it was
the smell
of
the rotting corpse
of
freedom

a child’s play…

a child's play

let’s play a game
of
pretend
you pretend
with
a sincere stare
that you
truly care
about
the problems
of
others
their welfare
and
rights
to make
independent choices
under
the mantle
of
freedom
and as part
of
this dolos script
let’s
have you say
that race
and
social status
have nothing
to do
with
what you’ve proposed
say
you’re
merely
protecting
against voter fraud
and
only have justice
as
the center piece
of
your policies
oh
and let’s throw in
that
political ambition
and
power
are not
the stimuli
for
the actions
and
threats
that
you’ve made
those heavy handed measures
are
to defend
freedom
it’s
really
not
fascist
and i’ll pretend
that all you
say
and
do
isn’t
just about
you

voter suppression and women’s rights…

voter supprestion and women's rights...

when cornered
the
most docile
of
creatures
will
become
fierce
the smallest
and
the weakest
will
rise up
and
strike
with such
intensity
that
the
predator
is quickly
destroyed
a lesson
some
politicos
will
no doubt
soon
learn
for
the new
allegiance pledge
has become
when laws become
a tool
for
bondage
rebel
a lesson
taught
to
every
grade school child
in
this nation
from
our
forefathers

a sudden loss of cabin pressure…

a sudden loss of cabin pressure

what shall we place
on
america’s gravestone
here lies
a nation
aborted
by
its greed
and
intolerance
of
its
own history
or
an unborn promise
made
with its fingers crossed
concealed
behind
a back of hate
and
prejudice
all
the while
scripting words
constituting
a justification
for
continuation
of
an oligarchy
but
with
more than
one
king
a feudal state
with
all the trappings
of
the middle ages

 

 

voter fraud and other unicorn sightings…

voter fraud and other unicorn sightings

tell
the dead
whose
eyes
are
wide open
not
to
stare
at
the world
that’s
been
created
nor
speak
with
dried lips
about
what
has been
done
to
the earth
they inhabit
nor
those
unkept promises
made
when their lungs
filled
with
air
promises
about
freedom
those with
empty
lungs
may choose
to
ignore
the flood
of
apologies
that
serve no purpose
to those
interred
but
provide
political
fodder
for
those feeding
on
dreams
of
what can
never
be
nor
should
be

open-air prisons…

open-air prisons

long term
detention centers
have been established
in both
urban
and
rural
areas
to
facilitate
availability
of
cheap labor
for
our corporate
and
community
job release programs
these expansions
have resulted
in
the necessity
for
additional security services
for
patrolling
penal colonies
and
periodically
reminding inmates
via
random
stops
searches
and
seizure
of
their existence
that
they don’t have
voting rights
as for those
prisoners
living outside
the prison confines
and
firmly established
in
viable
work furlough programs
let me
assure you
that they
are
subject to
the same
prison system security procedures
to
insure compliance
with
our concept
of
social confinement
even when
living outside
america’s
ghettos
and
poverty rich
communities