Poet
2019
A year,
a whole damn year
of slogan
after slogan
after slogan.
“TULSI!”
“Pete for America!”
“No Malarkey!”
“For the People.”
“I have a plan for that!”
Snake emoji this,
Dirtbag left that,
blah blah blah
SOCIALISM!
ANTIFA!
Who are the real fascists!?
“The Marxists… The Anarchists…”
No, it’s you, dumbass.
Don’t worry,
have a cat meme,
“I can haz healthcare?”
It’s cute.
“Not me, US!”
2018
Was this the beginning
of the end?
Or the end
of a new beginning?
It was more of 2017,
but with an odd sense
of hope?
Or was that just me?
Was this not the year
that all the marches
all the protests
all the action
started to pay off?
Am I remembering this right?
Was this not the year we
brought down the house?
Wasn’t this
the year we put a collar
on a Golden State Killer?
Wasn’t this the year
victims
became survivors?
Was this all but a dream?
Was it real?
It feels like it was all
so long ago.
8/7/2021
2017
Pussy hats,
“white women voted for Trump”
Fake news.
“Russia! Russia! Russia!”
and a meme of Jan Brady.
El Chapo was here.
Emmitt Till
was killed for nothing,
but we already knew that.
Chelsea Manning.
Betsy Devos.
Neil Gorsuch.
Sally Yates.
ACLU.
Gag order.
Muslim ban.
Piss tapes.
And that was all
just in January!
James J Jackson 