Hello all
Well….I had myself a nice long week….how about you?
First and foremost let’s remember that we’re still alive,
that we’re still here, and that that motherfucker Donald Trump better be ready
for one hell of a fight…because we are. There will be no unity after this
election. This isn’t your typical winner loser here (of course we actually WON
the election). Instead of the standard, lying bullshitting Republican in the
White House we get a racist, sexist, xenophobic, rapist, illiterate,
orange-faced, baby-dicked thousandaire, reality TV con man. If Donald Trump wants
unity in Trumpland he better buy a dictionary and look up the word.
I didn’t intend to bring WineDrunk SideWalk back. YES I
SPELL IT AS SUCH. I had intended to spend 2017 editing and revising my novel,
The Poet, and basking in the glow of the first female presidency. But that
didn’t happen. Instead America revealed itself to be the same racist nation
that it always has been….thanks White Folks. For the first time in my life I’ve
been having a hard time looking people in the eye: women, minorities, etc
because I know what people who look like me have done. I know how people who
look like me have betrayed years of progress. At a time like this you just have
to wonder at how cruel and vicious of a race you belong to. You wonder what it
is that you can do to somehow make the insurmountable right again.
In some small way WineDrunk SideWalk will be that for me. I
plan on spending the next four years, EVERY GODDAMNED DAY, posting poems ( and
other stuff) on this blog that reflect not only to doings of the deplorable
human beings we will soon have running the United States government, but the
violence and hatred that Donald Trump has helped unleash here on the streets.
….but I NEED your help.
It’s simply not possible for me to write 1460 poems, no
matter how much material Trump will give me…at least until he unleashes the
nukes or rounds all of us up. So I need all of the poets and writers and
photographers out there to help me. What I want/hope is that you will send me
your poems etc. that reflect the impact of the Trump presidency on America and
the world. On days where I simply have run out of Material I plan on posting
the work of others in order to keep this thing going daily. Of course you will
be credited for the work. I will also need some gatekeepers for this blog.
Because I do intend to have a life with the requisite vacation days and whatnot
I will need trustworthy people to run this blog in my absence. I’ll be reaching
out to you folks in the coming weeks.
You can email me your work the following address: winedrunksidewalk@gmail.com
NO ATTACHMENTS!!!!!
even if I know you…..put the writing in the BODY of the email!
So…WineDrunk is back. Our first post will be on January 19th,
2017, the day BEFORE Inauguration Day. Or as I’m calling it: The Last Day of
America.
Hope to see a lot of you in the fight. Anyway….here’s two new poems.
obama shook the hand
of a bigot
obama shook the hand of a bigot
in the white house
in front of the press
obama took the hand of the bloviating
half-senile, orange-faced, baby-dicked,
racist, sexist, xenophobic, short-attention spanned
thousandiare, groping, child raping, man-child
and gave it a hearty shake
for peace
for unity
for america
obama shook the hand of a bigot
with over four hundred years of racism hanging over his head
with his legacy in jeopardy
with all of the progress of eight years disappearing in the
dust
with fuck niggers
written on manhattan walls
with black lives don’t
matter and your vote doesn’t count
echoing through this once promised land
obama shook the hand of a bigot
while flags with swastikas flew proud over sand diego
and white nationalists planned inauguration parties
while hajibs were ripped off the heads of muslim women
and a black co-worker of mine said,
i knew they hated us, but damn i just didn’t know how much
obama shook the hand of a bigot
as old white men wrote american obituaries in the press
and left us hanging to go off to tend their gardens
as white kids went on twitter in black face
with the confederate flag hanging behind them
as middle school students shouted in lunch
build that wall! baby, build that wall!
as four trans people killed themselves
because they saw no other way to salvation in america
obama shook the hand of a bigot
who will be the president of these united states
who called the deaf retarded
who mocked a handicapped reporter
who said to treat women like shit
who said women should be punished for having abortions
who has fourteen sexual assault accusations against him
who advocated killing terrorist families
and a registry or a ban on muslims
obama shook the hand of a bigot
who advocated shutting down mosques
who thinks climate change is a hoax
who wants to sue the news media for reporting the truth
who has been endorsed by the KKK
who praised putin and kim jong-un
and now has his hands on nuclear codes
who has a list of atrocities so long and gruesome
they could be a poem in and of themselves
obama shook the hand of a bigot
while online some inbred, hick white dude told me
to stop acting like a fucking baby and get in line
as latino churches opened services
with hate written on their walls in maryland
as black baby dolls wear nooses in buffalo
as cops shoot and pepper spray protestors
for the last five days and counting
as seig heil 2016 rears its ugly head in philadelphia
and all over the country
obama shook the hand of a bigot
in the white house
in front of the press
for peace
for unity
for america
and the coward couldn’t even look him in the eye.
comply flee or die
rafael says
these days you either
comply flee or die
leaving el salvador was the hardest thing
he ever had to do
where he and his wife had a livestock business
and two kids on track for college
leaving their home, their family and their friends
because the local gang
wanted their son for a drug mule
then beat him up when he refused
because the local gang
wanted their ten year-old daughter for a wife
because they said they’d kill them
if they didn’t turn over their kids
rafael says,
the gang put the dead body of a boy
in front of their home to show that they weren’t joking
around
so they went north with only what they could carry
hit the packed migrant shelters in tapachula
near the guatemalan border
but still the gang tracked them down
so they moved on toward the boarder
rafael says,
these days you don’t go it alone
you travel as families
sometimes up to fifteen at a time
these days you’d rather put up with america
and its racism and its walls and its donald trump
and its patriots waving flags at busloads of your kids
telling them to go back home
because back home to what?
police informants and the violence
your boy turned into a drug mule or killed
and your daughter gang raped in a metal shed
your spouse shot dead in the street
like it just happened to fatima
rafael says,
this is a refugee crisis
and you don’t migrate to america now
for the dream, man
rafael says,
you do it for your kids
you do it for your life.
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