I leave poetry slams a slam
poet
mumbling to myself on city streets
infused with anger that I can’t believe
and still ensconced in our palatial greed.
This anger has subsided ‘least I hope its
stranglehold will soon release I hope it
gets gone so fast that next time I get hopeless
this rhythm humbly strikes me down
so deep I sleep as humming sounds
so deep I redefine profound
yet simple children know much better than
some pompous poet laureate
infused with growing glory
of our gory famous
quest for names its
not something I’m proud of but
I do like people magazine.
ohm shakti, shakti ohm
shock and awe
shakti ohm
shock and awe
Cheney culture, U.S. in craw
of Cheney vulture.
Never thought I had something to say to ya’ll but
bridges fall and buildings crumble
as mistakes and stakes I bumble
release the beast that lives in jumble
rumbling as my lame words leap
from the mind onto the beat
from the fridge onto the heat
so next time you feel defeat,
let my words become your street
let your feet fly, soul flick fleeting
mountain goats bound skyward bleating
corporations crumble seeding
power to the people, united,
Empire burning, Anger divided.
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This one is my favorite of the bunch. To me, maybe because I share many of the feelings you express here, this one contains the most accessible emotion. I don't need a feel for poetry to get this one, it has a bit of the genius of the best of 'street' culture, direct, in your face. But this is much different in feel and sensibility, though one could also dance to it.
I have a comic book called "Son of Vision Thing" about the creation of the monster Cheney culture that this poem brought to mind, though your poetry is much better than the comic book artist's, who writes his in rhyme. The drawings are brilliant and slightly mad. Remind me to give it to you to check out.
Anyone who's not angry about being sodomized by the Cheneys of this world, while they use the earth as a giant piece of toilet paper to wipe their infinitely greedy asses, has something wrong with them, in my humble goddamn opinion.
Great poem.
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