20 Minutes of Action

Little green men arrive,
looking like seasick 98-pound weaklings. 
Some frat boys decide to have fun by putting one in a dog crate
and pouring beer on him to see if he melts or something.
They piss on him too (used beer! ha!)
and then roll him--still in the crate! too good!--down the apartment stairs
and into the swimming pool.

Finally, they pose, with boozy grins,
holding the drowned spaceman's head up like great white hunters on safari
while somebody posts it on YouTube.

When the Mother Ship arrives
(Who's your daddy now?)
the things that are done to the frat boys by the "rampaging inhuman monsters"
are fodder for outraged talking heads the next morning across the land.
Why did they commit such unspeakable cruelties?

The answer is just like always.
Because they could, boys. Because they could.
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for the mini-challenge.

Hands Up Don't Shoot

Can someone please tell me

what in the hell

is going on

in America right now?

When one person is denied justice

we are all denied justice.

Hands up, don't shoot. Justice for Michael Brown and all human beings.

 

Child

"What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered, ripped her and bit her;
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn and
Tied her with fences and dragged her down." --Jim Morrison

The sea gives up a child,
But the child that comes is wrong.

It holds a rot-bird by its limp dead throat,
And, sick with eating of its companion, goes walking up and down.

Love me, says the child,
Its lips an obscene wet wound--

But no one can love it,
This black-fruit from a fever flower bloomed.

The sea gives up a child,
A rapeling ill-conceived--

It dies but leaves its zealots loose
To spread what it believed.
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for the Poetry Jam prompt "genre". I have chosen the protest genre. 

I cannot listen to this song without weeping. 

Family Snapshot

"Speak your mime," they said,
so I did,
only to find myself both mute and vilified.

"Open wide," they said,
and sent the carts,
rattling along the darkened tracks like spastics.

At the bottom,
is everything I ever choked back;
milky-eyed, fat-lipped horrors, with folded, featherless wings,
and a knack for surviving on each others' blood.

"Shine your light!" they said,
as burning moths fell from my eyes like splintered bones;
"Fire in the hole!" they cried,
bright with glowing logs inside their own.
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for The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Mercy Me/ Gibsom Street

Two videos I thought were really good. From the global,

HERE  (sorry, I couldn't embed it)

To the personal...



Happy Sunday.