Law & Order
In these times of exceeding sexual criminality and hidden, abhorrent abuse, the poet yearns, nay PLEADS for a hero to step forth and administer not justice. Nay, no justice by today’s standards. The people demand a hero of vengeance! Detective Elliot Stabler!!!
Open Letter
This one is depressing. My prescriptions got messed up and I ran out of my antidepressant. That pill was suppressing this poem, and I’m going to go get my refill right now. I don’t like writing these. They’re not good, anyway.
Randomly Got Mad at Nazis
This image is of white supremacist vandalism on the front of an ethnic cultural center in that historic, well-known center of southern racism in the United States: St. Paul, Minnesota. In 2021. Minnesota is in the Deep South, right?
This shit is everywhere. It has been. It will be. Unless…
TV is Getting So Good
This started as something completely different, and then I think I ended up challenging myself to rhyme something with “cycle”. Then, to do that, I had to change the topic and everything else about the poem, and then I had to make up several words, and then I claimed to myself that stultify rhymes with lullaby, and then…