poem of the day 03.18.16

03/17/16

sky swirls ashen

there is hail

there is rain

there is a thunderous reckoning coming

and the rumor

of a nor’easter for the beginning of spring

they killed caesar two days ago

and now they are sitting in bars

packed back to back with white pasty faces

decked in green

like colorful klan rallies

their racist, orange-faced demagogue bloviating

on fifty-two inch televisions

next to black men dunking on wide screens

they cheer and it sounds like murder

notre dame hoodies and shamrock tattoos

corned beef breath stinking up

the sidewalk as they sing danny boy

in between drags on stale smokes and metal vapes

their women dress like leprechaun whores

searching for their pot of gold

inside of some sap’s wallet

all their free jameson shots

in thick puddles on pavement

expelled cabbage lunches dancing in the rain

they go back inside

for round five or six or seven

green love beads and hollywood starlet shades

wearing little plastic hats

that look like penis tops

spray tan homicides wearing jeans

that show lacy whale’s tales

they all have the luck of the irish this afternoon

as i pass each tavern

each bar

all looking the same dull celebration

stopping at a red light

i cock a finger and thumb

invoke my second amendment rights

fire hot air at some flesh-stuffed joint

declaring itself a st. patty’s headquarters

then move the hell on.