Forced Interactions and Social Tedium

Forced interactions,

      and bring on will of apology.

I do not mean to be crass,

nor is my agitation personal.

Forced eavesdropping,

creating self imposed tedium.

The advice of the sages,

don’t be so hard on yourself.

Don’t beat yourself up,

but don’t beat them up either,

      they do no wrong,

    nor do you,

          it is simply the emotion

of a the place and time,

it is the attitude of

a protective caution,

the product of tedium,

the product of social fears.

4/8/16

So Shall Life Carry On

I speak the truth

when it comes

to the treachery

  of images.

All artists do so

in their constructive lies,

negative though it sounds

the opposite is true.

Self perpetuation on the

division of the dialoque.

Books upon books

missing from invisible

shelves, and priorities.

The angel headed hipsters

are back and they are

ruining the neighborhood,

as always.

Acute history,

that is all you are

to me and my kind.

A humble living joke.

Be good boys and girls,

don’t take it so personally,

it’s all in good fun.

They said the same

of tortured elephants

and dancing bears.

I, but a child am I?

We, but children are we?

We don’t understand,

we must be patient.

Meanwhile make my shoes

and my bras

and charge the idiots

enough to hide the slaves.

Orange suits and

red finger tips from

the sewing needle,

pennies on the hour

if anything,

be good, you know

the rules by now.

How long I say?

How long must we

enable feeble intrege?

Willful cultural nearsightedness

and blatant willful

ignorance,

in an era of literal

free information.

Why is scrutiny not

inherent in national

dialoque?

Insult is not scrutiny,

it’s the behavior of a child

who did not here the word 

no.

The descending beat

and rhythm keeps

me working again,

my heart stays beating

and so shall life

carry on.

Surrender is not for me,

and let it stop you 

not,

for like me,

so shall life

carry on. 

3/21/16

Dear Secretary Clinton,

Dear  Secretary,

Congratulations on your victory.

Congratulations on claiming a win when the votes of 3 million were legally barred.

Congratulations on Wyoming where you won, even though you didn’t.

Congratulations on Arizona where the elderly, the crippled, and others waited in blistering heat, never to have a vote cast.

Congratulations on your victories, hollow though they be.

But I ask you Secretary Clinton,

I ask you from the bottom of my heart as someone who respects you.

Believe it or not at the bottom of all my rhetoric, there is respect.

So I ask you Madame Secretary,

Where were you?
You claim to have always fought for civil rights,

where were you?

You claim that you can take on the banks,

where were you?

You claim to be ready to lead our nation in combat.

Where have you been?

Were you there in 2005 when Jorge came back from Iraq, a once youthful soul, so bitter at the sites, the murders and rapes endured and seen in war?

Where were you when he came home?

Where were you when my black brothers and latino sisters had their families torn apart?

Where were you when the Libyan child choked on shrapnel, or when the Iraqi girl was gangraped by our own uniforms?

When I saw the greatest minds of my generation, starving hysterical naked, because their own leaders, their own saviors, got up in front of millions to say, “Your love is wrong.”

Where were you?

I know where you were

YOU sent Jorge to Iraq.

YOU said those words.

YOU sent brothers and sisters to rot.

YOU turned your back.
You say you have always acted the opposite.

You have always been the progressive.

I say, check the tape.

Is throwing a whole race under the bus to move your own agenda the opposite of what I accuse you of above?

Is turning your back on trans, gay, and lesbian citizens the opposite?
No doubt you refute my claims,

yet their is one thing you can not refute.

Your silence.

You “always supported” black americans, but stayed silent when they got rounded and locked up.

You “always fought” for the LBGT citizens, yet stayed silent for years while they were beaten, killed, and their love roadblocked.

You have helped recently, and you have listened and started to listen.

But your efforts are too late.

You’re followers may forgive you.

They may even exemplify and trust you.

But I will never forget.

I will never forget the villainous minds Iraq created of my friends.

I will never forgive any leader who let my friends think their love was wrong.

I will never forget the pictures of those Libyan children.

I will never forget Secretary Clinton.
Now, some fairness.

You do fight for women.

American women.

You stand by a women’s right to choice.

American women.

Do I question your actions that have done good?

No, in fact I applaud them.

But you can not say you have always done something,

when I can check the tape.

You can not say you are the radical, that you will be change,

but tell us to be patient 

to “be realistic.”
You do have math on your side.

This is a fact,

but math means nothing under manipulation.

You may call it nonsense, how dare I have a sense of right and wrong.

You may call it delusion, that we should work with the system the way Chavez, King, and many others did.  

After all, they didn’t fight, right? They just followed the established precedent, right?

You have common sense on your side.

It would have been common sense for Dr. King never to have gone to jail.

It would have been common sense for Cesar to just shut up and work.

It would have been common sense for your heroes to just accept that they could not vote.

And it would be common sense just to forget, and vote for you.

No doubt you see my point.

Common sense is safe, but it only protects, it does not challenge.
So Secretary Clinton,

forgive me for being less than excited over your victory.

Forgive me for being less than enthusiastic that you may lead this country.
The greatest enemy to Dr. King was not the hateful roadblocks,

it was the white moderate.

Secretary Clinton, 

Don’t pretend to be anything else.

You may have seen the light,

you may finally after an insultingly long silence be on the right side of history.

But you are the white moderate.

You are the chorus of Mississippi Goddamn.
I will not call you whore or slut.

You are neither, you are a person.

You are a strong person,

 a pillar of a woman.
Yet you insult us,

you insult everyone, by pretending you don’t have blood on your palms.

You insult us when you think we can’t hold you to scrutiny.

You insult us when it seems you think we won’t be able to check the tape.

But what was insulting the most?

Your silence.
Your silence killed more than any war, than any DOMA could.

Let me conclude by saying Madame secretary,

You are not Ms. Warren,

nor will you ever be.
So congratulations Madame Secretary, and best of luck.

No matter what happens,

all anger aside,

I assure you, you will need it.

A Clinton can run a country, but they damn sure can’t bring World Peace.

I know that I have never made my contempt for Hillary Clinton or the GOP a secret.  Though Sec. Clinton deserves praise fir what she has done for American women, I find her countless other policy failures and the blood on her hands enough reason to have reservations about voting for her, god forbid that should have to happen. (Feel the Bern.) But I digress.

I do want to make something clear.  I do not doubt Sec. Clinton’s ability to run the country, BUT this election will make a statement to the world about what kind of a country and culture we will become.  Essentially we currently have 3 options, slowly working it’s way down to 2.  The current three options for our future are as such;

1. Elect ANY conservative or GOP candidate and basically start the fight for civil rights, queer rights, women’s rights, and labor all over again.

2. Elect Ms. Clinton, get some minutely liberal social change that comes at a painfully long slow pace while everything else stays the same.  In other words capitalist war mongering will carry on business as usual.

OR.

3. We elect the man who used an omen on the podium to call for world peace.
Those are our options America, we are the world’s super power and we can set the direction of the next millenia. Do we want to start the fight all over again?  Do we want to continue with the blood of asian, african, and middle eastern children on our hands?  Or do we want to say to the world our days of imperialism are over and we are ready for peace?
Those are our options America, choose wisely.

Confessions of the Human Props

Human props,

first in entertainment,

then a reality of industry itself.

Frustrated lust returns 

to create an object 

out of the narrow obscure charm

of a thick bodied

wannabe bourgauis.

My presence is a mystery,

I cannot afford my confusion

or my play by design.

Work the crowd,

teach them about Mendelian 

concepts of nuance or structure.

Paid by the hour,

I literally  give my time

and nothing else.

Present for the sake of

presence,

and hourly pay.

They are but tributaries

singular on to each day.