Category: Politics

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ibiza, 2015

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chasing one little baby tick of unblackened weed around the rim of the pipe, warm in my bone-cold fingers: cold white light and me here on this dingy old velvet couch listening to the boys in AIDS’s bedroom pretending it’s a real gym. they listen to eminem a little too much, but i won’t givem shit for it.

genezareth and hannah are considering busking on a corner on weekends; seabass was turned down for a resto job due to his lack of a work visa; bethany was selling Christmas cards for a euro apiece; i was considering selling knit caps, AIDS and I have discussed becoming regional camgirls.

we are sort of brutally poor, but we do our bestish. combat creeping depression with routines and rituals: open the shutters every morning and close them up every night, go for hikes, go for runs, do pullups and pushups and abs, chat together in the sparsely-furnished kitchen all squattin on buckets and low stools on the ground. we are all in balls deep for bernie sanders.

written fall-winter 2015. entry 1 of a series.

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real men

only REAL MEN please

 

a REAL men:

-UniversidAd De La kAlLe

-into “butt stuff”

-can survive on pussy alone

-30min underwater breath-hold minimum

-can ask questions

-NOT allergic to shellfish

-SOMETIMES wears thongs

-ability to pivot right AND left

-does NOT use a pillow

-allergic to yogurt OK

-personality unimportant

PUPS

play rough with your pups. nip their skinny ankles, snap at the achilles. flip them on their backs and pin them down. you are their master, make them know it. twist their fur in your jaws and wrench it hard, when they’ve done wrong don’t let them rest. back them into corners. goad them, make them snarl. draw their blood and shove their noses in the puddles. keep their errors current, no piss stain forgotten, no accidental bite and no ignored command. they will try to forget — don’t let them. train them up to fighting dogs for back-alley snarling circles, gnashing teeth with larger beasts of less formal education. teach them to fight by fighting, only then will they survive.

THE MARCH

burnt alive and limbs twisted
back like gnarled oaks counting
hundreds of years with the same
shoving roots. too aggressive
he says, and we say eat shit

bring on the chainsaws for our
slaughter, splay our needles out
like blood and bile for we’ve
always more to lose but still
more growing

a clear-cut in the children’s
park, church parking lot, public
private old-growth stands, the
silent heaving wombs that
made you now under your fire

fight back, he cries: the grasping
child swinging fitful little hands,
his mother laughing rises. time
again to teach him what is right
and what is wrong.

in solidarity with the women’s march against the Trump inauguration and the anti-Trump resistance movement

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cle an
the earth beneath your fe et, the very soil
full
of your shit and your blood and your
ancestors’ bones ground to mea l

food for maggots worms and vermin
crawling infesting your floorboards, your fingernails, your eye  sockets
your
workplace, the schools of your chi ldren
little joyful bundl es infeste d
smears

grubby markings
finger pads no two the same making everything dirty
un-bleached un-scrubbed
un-polished un-white, the filth
you see  their dark stains
black flecks blotched where neutral beige would be nice r,

got them trained
so small already hate all that they see
each fleck a flaw, loss of wor th
not light, not pure, not whi te enough
take a k nife to it and slice it off
a vacuum hose to suck it out
p urge the blackness
cl ean

2

since then

diego is a high-school social studies teacher
cleans up, works out, keeps his shit good and organized
sent me an e-mail on Day One, said
he was thinking of me (sup d)
said he’ll never forget the phrase ‘glass ceiling’,
the way i explained it in class, then in clinton’s
speech on the radio that morning
said he will remember me every time he hears it

spain’s got this public-access tv show
host comes on with a trump puppet,
hideous thing — bulbous and creamy orange
with bulging eyes
like some sickly perverted cartoon blowfish
nudgin up on kids with their little backs turned
the trump fish bobbles along blathering tonterías
quotes that viewers have texted in
some are trump quotes, some are hitler quotes, some are
enrique iglesias lyrics
the game is to guess

DAY ONE

day one and there are riots
day one and there’s spray paint and face
paint and tar and feathers making reasonable threats, it’s
day one and my loved ones chose this, backs
turned on humanity, decency sliced throat-to-balls
and stapled to the wall above the hearth,
fire broiling warmly, tan calentito,
like flames on a blistering cross in a field at midnight,
it’s day one and they don’t feel fear