Monday, April 23, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY NINE

                                   Untitled

Capitalism
is
brilliant
its
the only
social system
that
actually
manages
to sell
its own
demise

--Jason Baldinger

Sunday, April 22, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY EIGHT

PONDER/CONSIDER/REMEMBER


                               Photo by John Grochalski

Saturday, April 21, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY SEVEN

give me a globe
with no lines
no state names

just rivers
oceans
mountains

with people
too small
to see

let me live
stateless
corporationless

free

of the
greed
of power

--Thomas R. Thomas

Friday, April 20, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY SIX



All Hail Walmart

I like the way your long lines look
from the back, Walmart
Walmart, I love your everyday
low prices
and your bell ringers, Walmart
I'll give tomorrow
Almighty Walmart
Walmart the merciless
Quaking beneath the shadow
of Walmart
Buying all the AR-15s growing
in the womb of Walmart
All loving Walmart
Food stamp Walmart
I'm wallowing in depression, Walmart
Walmart your prescription medications
have given me erectile dysfunction
Walmart I wait for days for your prescription
medications
Walmart I like how fast you get them done
I like how you Git 'er Done
I like you bloody and beaten a little bit
Walmart
Walmart I'm sorry. It won't happen again
I saw Walt Whitman and Walt Disney in your
pale blue eyes Walmart
Walmart we're full of cliches
Walmart
Walmart the blessed
Hollowed be they name.

--Daniel Crocker

Thursday, April 19, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY FIVE

Found

There are thoughts that
are beautiful

silent

Displayed with only
a passing glance that
declares so much love
in an instant.

Then
a hand to hold.

Peace.

Tender–an uncontrollable
urge to weep.

The tears of laughter; man & woman.

We have searched
and found.

--Dan Provost

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY FOUR


ignorance = fear

which

is just
another way of saying

that

there are a lot
of scared
republicans

out there.


--John Grochalski

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and FIFTY THREE

poem as
deliberate crime parade


-for Melania


We confetti. Hearts take
longer wrapped in photograph.

Slovenia, I draw your name
on an airport poster.

Articles of conscription arrive
with the Secret Service

in a Chinese Dragon costume
the length of a train.

Strangers hold the other end.
Reflecting your uneasiness

it isn’t very tall.
We cheer for you.

Your husband or your father
run the other way.

Sleep is to night
as nap is to day.

The clouds are fields of rock
and the sky turned loam.

I can’t hold it over my head
and check the time.

Branding, he said.
His genius is in the naming of things.

He is tweeting 
your eyes look Oriental.

Asking for a minute alone with you
they are calling a deliberate crime.

What does the second
hand say in thirty couplets?

So long. So long. So long.
Torn to pieces

I may not
recollect your face.

--Paul Koniecki