Tagged: capitalism

Brain Beating


brain cells drain like

blood trailing toe holes
composing the semi empty
to mostly empty receptacle
that is man

a habit rippling
into eternity

they’re taking their scrapings
extracting teeth
and plucking the roots
like Sitar strings
they’re just trying to return
the electric touch
bless ‘em for it

Doc cuffs the bills quick
Tabs a pretty sack
Of greenery so I’m

paying my way
with teeth and finger nails
dirty deeds and coagulatin’ oil rags

week of the next
peeling for fix
in the lobby
the nose
drip and waiting for the withdrawal
to shock like a cattle prod.

I can feel the magnetic waves
in the atmosphere
the blue cancer
They got it,
Pulled the last stale tooth.

and the heart no longer beats
but shudders
to free form jazz.


It’s Only Natural


a stone does not mean to be cruel
contained in arrogance
it just is

nations perpetually christened
in genocide
but they must be

domineering husbands
and the bartender
has a fat lip
but she has to

sacrifice the women,
the children
for the survival
of the white man.

the oligarchy has finished eating
kind enough
to feed us the crust
embezzled with the phlegm
of each of their celestial

multi colored
multi variables
some reek of mustard gas
some are only stale,
with cyanide following,

others biZzare shades and huEs
anti freeze: bright blue
but finally another knot in my stomach
and the sweet taste in my mouth.

A Malfunction


It isn’t morning yet
and I can smell the thick air,
the biochemical warfare
sweeping in, across the Atlantic.
Even the air is stale.
The crackers are beginning to see
we’re way past our expiration date. 

Adding gizmos like limbs.
Privilege has always inspired new growth,
however cancerous to the rest of society it may be.
The abundance dripping down his chin,
the pit regurgitated, sticky, rolling down
his chin, his shirt, and dribbling to the table
like his sack scalped and glossy marbles
slimy sloppy marbles rolling out of the bag
goes squish in my hand.

But they have an app for that too,
there for impotency and eunuchs alike!

 I’d prefer the virtual to the real.
less messy, easier to handle.
Shoot, he’s even nice enough to leave it
in the bedside table when he’s off to work.
That’s when I really get my fun.

They’ve got an app for me too.
I haven’t seen him in three days,
at least I don’t think so,
but these pictures move too much.
I’ve watched him die,
I see him dying,
a malfunction

Stuck in Another Shadow


I come to realize that we’re all Matryoshka dolls doing what we can to degrade the people around us, to feel a millimeter taller than our predecessor. I suppose that’s progress: grades painted in the blood of the people, but the test was in a language we can’t read. The door is barred. We’re all tired. We want to go home. There’s no end in sight. Didn’t hear talk of an end. It just rattles misshapen and defeated as if bureaucracy were a natural state.

The Cost of Rejection


The man cut off a finger

For each book written

A small sacrifice

In the life of a poet

Luckily for the rest of the world

Rejection runs rampant

In pitiful art forms

And cutting inch from inch

By the time he was published

I could fit him in my back pocket

By the time a paycheck came

I could swallow him whole

Dedicating his life to creation

The Demons of Privilege


God helps the ones that

Help themselves

Go helps those that

Are white

Male wealthy

God helps the ones

That take and destroy

His creations for profit.

God helps America

Conquer inhabited lands

God helps: genocide

                   Corporate buy outs



God only helps the ones

Who need it least.

God is the world’s largest


Patting our oligarchy

And tyranny

On the back

God helps

Intolerance, insensitivity


Symbolizing profit

And power

More than the mighty



My all mighty dollar


Trump’s Cars: Compensating for Something


Belly hollowed out beats

Farting, raging, eating,


The capitalist consumerist



Some fighters, some commuters

Some aerodynamic

Some committing deeds drunkenly


Hard turtle shelled

Some sputtering


Some screaming

Bellowing out

Hate speech.

Losing a Finger on Their Label


I want them all to think I’m some radical insane

Feeding on the deteriorating morality

Of their McCarthyism

I want to be the one cockroach

That picks up the foot and tosses

The capitalist aside

I want to be the procommunist


That everyone can find a piece to hate

Labels are like diseases

Slowly you watch pieces

You once cherished fall and

Rot from the bone

As one conforms and

Three murders two,

Only four three to find

He’s been played

By the all powerful five