Bartolomeo Vanzetti (left), handcuffed to Nicola Sacco (right). Dedham, Massachusetts Superior Court, 1923. |
proprio come per i fantasmi di Sacco e Vanzetti, noi salire e
scendere come maree e mare: questa poesia si suppone che
lasciarti con l'amaro, " noi vogliono qualcosa di dolce"
from sail cloth mud rut wagon wheels
to trolley car accidental,
what did you purvey today...
we don't often talk about our feelings
here in our young teeming country
striving to be a culture too
that america deserves a president like donald trump
is no glowing recommendation for hiring
this high end niche success of a real estate developer
with his brand relevant market share pre-occupation
does america deserves a president like george wallace
because we have lost the ability to see
a world deserving of humanity beyond ourselves...maybe
i pledge
my america deserves
a president like huey long
because i have lost the ability to see
chicanery has replaced simplicity
in this world so deserving
of my humane self
what do you want
how much money do you have
no need to go to anyone else
the ages of empires
have long since died off
and we are merely the puppetry
of the money lenders fencing
and fending us off with churches, mosques, temples
and all other self declared sacred spaces...
we are cultists now,
dependent on propaganda
and iconography
and as long as we string
bogeyman to bogeyman
in calendrical recall
we can use revisionist history
to stave off the caterwauls
of the cliffs
all of us
have turned into lemmings
hurtling for answers that
we may only get
a brief glimpse of
from capitulate here on out
meanwhile back at the farm we bought
the u.s. federal government long ago
lost its paternal
and or maternal guidance
and ever since then when ike
the sheriff of supply side logistics
warned us of a cataclysm of greed
slowly seeping into security first doctrine
we have been selfishly following
any pied piper we can
with ropes and hopes
of spying those who know
where our piece
of the pie money is...
but because we have no appetite
for sacrifice we have given reins
over to a constantly gerrymandered
politics as being our game
of predator and prey
solutions are varied
but most often end
with us getting rid of
some sort of "they"
and in doing so
we'll keeping losing
faith, teeth and toes
just to stay a part of this
angled angel anger
mounted in stone...
the ugly stick lottery passed me over again
so i decided to make
these little sandwiches
and bring plush terry towels to sell
to every cold and
hungry-for-an-identity soul
milling, rummaging
and rumbling about
say how, all along this way
of going back
to being salt in the sea
with a taste of blood
and iron in your mouth
they are still thirsty for more
EJR ©
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ReplyDeletethank you...was going for the pushcart peddler at the end of the world vibe
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ReplyDeletesometimes the void has handles to hold onto when screaming into it, sometimes it does not...this gives me fits...
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Deletenow that's a good repartee...
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