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Anarchy
There is no God But Narcissus The generation who ate Tide Pods and soaped fowl to cleanse our sins Envious of goldfish’s attention spans Can’t be Envious of goldfish’s attention spans The generation who ate Tide Pods and soaped fowl to cleanse our sins But Narcissus There is no God
Barnacle
We all emerged from The sea It washes the shore Then recedes It advances, probes Learns, retreats, prepares We venture back to it Seeking solitude sound and stars We pollute it, stain it, fill it with floating refuse Its salt can kill us of thirst, its essence can revive our grave wounds It waits, we wade, make sport, take its residents Wrap its fauna in its flora for treats Sometimes…
Could've Been Worse
Salted cheeks, pitiful sobs. A love’s depth I didn’t comprehend. Tabitha Tabitha Tabitha Tabi mama Ouch. Memories of my selfishness are cactus needles. Memories of your sweetness burn my soul like onion acid in my eyes. Tears aren’t enough, but Them, the pen, and my Prayers are all I’ve got. I haven’t visited your grave. I may never. No one or no thing can these wounds nurse. But…
Cautious Quartet
Perpetually pumping purified oxygen Angelic atria autonomously acquire carbon dioxide Manipulated magically by the mendulla oblongata The sanguine fantasies of my desire Are stymied by sorrow bled from buoyant joy Trembling timeless tales of Tabitha forever Never more quoth the raven Keep a sharp eye and sharper talons caws the hawk Paralyzed by the spectre of a more formidable…
Untitled
“You know that’s not him, don’t you?” She rolled over, nudging the large onyx boxer sprawled on the bed to make room. “For God’s sake, you of all people personally witnessed that that thing you found was just a sack of flesh. Probably not too different from what they grind up to put in that dog, Atlas’ food. That’s an apt name, you know.” The specter continued. “Fuck you,” she growled. “I…
Mirrors, Justice, and Acceptance
After watching the “White Bear” episode of Black Mirror for the second time, it dawned on me how the treatment of the protagonist, Victoria, in the episode is similar to the treatment of those convicted of heinous crimes in the United States. Victoria, who has been brain-washed into an amnesic state, calls to mind those who have been convicted of mass murder, for instance Ahmad Al Aliwi Al-Issa…
A spontaneous poem first person POV
Guilty or Not Guilty: Does it Even Matter?
In the course of catching up on the Nicolas Maduro abduction and trial, I was somewhat surprised this morning to hear that he and his representation had entered a “not guilty” plea. It’s a near rhyme to the Julian Assange fiasco in which he ended up pleading guilty after years of hiding (from facing a similar abduction) and more behind bars before the trial occurred. The act of entering a plea…
Of, By and For the People
The federal government has become tyrannical. It exercises power far beyond its due. The states and territories do not need the federal government but have made themselves dependent on it to a degree. This can be changed. Sure, we will need a mediator to resolve disputes between states peacefully in a way that encourages compromises and which all states agree to abide by the decisions of. Sure,…
The "Ceasefire:" Legitimizing Zionist-Imperialist Genocide
Upon first hearing the news of the ceasefire based on Trump’s 20-point plan accepted by the Israeli government today, I felt relieved. My relief shifted faster than Mario Andretti into pain and contempt. The title of “ceasefire” implies this was a war and not a genocide and land-grab. A ceasefire shouldn’t be something one party is agreeing to because they’d like the gun to their heads to stop…
H.I.
This is a blackout poem I created using excerpts of the United States Copyright Office Report on Copyright and Artificial Intelligence Part 2: Copyrightability.
We May as Well
Hear me out: given that the US federal government already treats its citizens and residents as enemy combatants–even moreso under the current administration–perhaps we should start acting more like them. Maybe weapons manufacturing plants should get destroyed. Maybe ICE vehicles should wind up with sugar in the fuel tanks or the like. Maybe the data on Palantir’s servers should be corrupted or…
Day 7
“Sure. Why would you listen to me? I’ve only been living here my whole life.” My patience ran out. People have such fragile egos, they can never admit being wrong. It’s a sure way to never learn anything. I don’t have that luxury. Such thinking would get me killed. Devin drops her jaw and widens her eyes in a “Really?” gesture. “You know what? You are so rude. I don’t know why I even talk to you…
Without Further Ado, Day 6
This society is the progeny of rapists and willful ignorance (or perhaps apathy) to the point of ethical blindness. Thieves are worshipped. Narcissists complimented. Thugs and murderers admired and glorified. The world applauds wealth regardless of how it is amassed. People are treated differently dependent on the balance of their bank account, if they even have one. Most people desire to own.…
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Should’ve done this earlier. Tomorrow will be day 6. Thanks for understanding.
Day 5
“I guess I just wanted…freedom,” Lawrence reasoned, scratching the back of his neck under the palm tree print collar of his vacation-style button-up. Shiloh dragged on her menthol and kept her eyes locked on his. He couldn’t help feeling her allure. The beauty in carrying herself like a soldier, in her Devil-may-care attitude and her just-got-out-of-bed hair yet imaginative outfit. “I mean…
Day 4 of my one-month, one-word-prompt vignette-a-day challenge. Enjoy!