Poem

Dainanko 

Dad is foreign, just like Buddhism which I embrace. 

Why do I find it so hard to embrace my father?

Is it abandonment; is it a result of my past causes?

Actually none of that matters because it is up to me to change, because I chant Nam Myoho Renge Kyo and he don’t. 

Won’t capitulate,

Won’t strike like a rattlesnake,

The battle shakes my core.

Awakening like Kate Chopin.

No ma’am, Gulf of Mexico you won’t take me!

Cause I have agency and strength,

Frequency and length,

Like chords,

And cords,

The boards can be used as a plank, a coffin, or a boat.

Two sink one floats.

It’s like a hundred foot moat and I can’t even cross one ten feet, he’ll I can’t even touch the rim.

So my chances are slim,

Unless I reach out

Erase doubt.

Bail slander from my life and replace strife and all those rife adjectives that bring the pain. 

I tend to forget about the sun every time there’s rain,

But because there is pain,

Then also joy is present.

Like all those letters unsent. 

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I AM

I am from bare feet

and flooded creeks

Where moccasins and rattlers speak in tongues

German, Spanish, and English hung

in the air like pinatas or sausage in the smokehouse

To greenbelts in Austin where hippies go to smoke-out

and guitar chords blend

with gospel hymns

music plays

poetry sways

bends like Ponderosa Pines

It’s hot we drink more beer than wine

I’m from holding doors and wooden floors

with sawdust meant for shufflin feet

Where Lamar and Guadalupe meet.

 

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Rahm’s Emanuel

 

Chicago as a pivot point for civilization, so called, in the windy city there’s not an ounce of pity as the economics department of the University touts free market solutions the streets are polluted with blood like foreign sand and the tar sand and global warming, people warring with one another brother killing brother in the name of the same monotheistic gods, people play out as cogs while a very few profit off of war and keep the storehouse of the proletariat just stocked enough but with plenty of lock stock and two million smoking guns tons and tons of em spun under desks and dashboards trap houses and under floor boards and in safes some locked away others readily available meanwhile the children play steadily in harm’s way we go to great lengths to protect munitions and money and leave those most vulnerable exposed to these threats we rack up debt to hit the ceiling meanwhile the skyline grows and lands repealing gentrification, placation and bemusement the truth is sent vacationing amusement parks like Disney and grand cathedrals like Wembly except we have to walk past human beings sleeping on the ground to get there, invisible un aware we have been prepared to mask our stares for fear of making eye contact and make them visible, except that were indivisible and my happiness cant rest at the behest or expense of some one else’s best that they can become, undone like footage from Burger King they feed us a line about how surveillance acts to keep us clean and safe but when they don’t like what they see they erase the tapes draped up dripped out swangin on elbows while our children sleep in the cold they pillow is elbows and cement a life to be spent, bent like neoliberal economic policy and all its falsities lent

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Flo Friends

Hi oh Silver, like my boy Wilbur or that guy David Gilmour

Make it Syd Barrett mi cunyao Garrett, Maurice Clarrette runnin for the Buckeyes

or like how Beastmode trucks guys

on the way to the endzone, and I’m not alone, but alive, strive, derive, arrive at the destination

no preoccupacion, immaculate concepcion, soy chingon

No me voy king rey call me prince royce who rolls with the punches like Churches chicken.

You da Joe Biden

to my Beau Biden

Feet on the ground

we be low ridin

Foghat the day

cuz we slo ridin

receivers in place

with no tight end

got Anne Frank out

there”ll be no hidin

at Bernie Sanders party

he said go right in

Marley told us

no fussin no fightin

we told Franklin

to go kitin

BMXican and TX kin

Farewell to men

we flow sapiens.

You say sapiens I say aliens, salient like sollution, the illusion of choice envelops participation

like Marley say we need mental slavery emancipation,

authentic participation in democracy is too expensive therefore we give a pensive

nod to the right to the left before cowing to the capitalist machine,

where private property is more valuable than any humanbeing

so those that kill feel justified

and we become ossified

with age we trade fact for magic value science over what’s mystic what defies quantification

consumed by investigations into others qualifications and accommodations

we see ability as immovable therefore a nullification of innate talents occurs

and further spurs

our thinking toward rational and national goals based on imperial polls and empirical binary poles

that view the world in black and white

where white is right and black is best expressed over J-Dilla instrumentals

cause the wrongs endured are monumental

and we cant keep runnin away like the Pharcyde

and allow the farce to preside over people like steeples over churches, don’t be a chicken

I rekon we take a stand cause the clock’s tickin no time for finger lickin!

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