Wednesday, February 21, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and NINETY EIGHT

Black Night

Cadet Bone-Spurs-in-Chief
seethes under cover of darkness,
envies tank displays by despots,
plots the mother of all military parades,
tweets bogus theories, frustration.

Investigations of corruption,
obstruction of justice
close in on the black lair
where Donnie John hides,
surrounded by boot-licking cretins.

One by one, his sycophants
are swallowed by the rising tide
of accusations, subpoenas, indictments.
Treasonous criminals are about to reap
inescapable, righteous comeuppance


--Jennifer Lagier

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and NINETY SEVEN

Mr Pink Pussy Hat Salesman

I noticed you at the women’s march
as we all prepared to walk
you on the fringe of the crowd
a rolling cart of pink pussy hats
anti-trump sticker, paraphernalia

I noticed you again
as we marched
our pace slow through
Pittsburgh city streets
you galloped along
after, pink hats shaking
as you tried, tried again
at another sale

I noticed you one last time
as the speakers finished up
marchers returned to wherever
standing on the corner
selling a hat, selling a sticker
maybe it’s not fair
to believe I could find you
as easily at a Trump rally
selling hats and t’s
Make America Great Again
maybe its not fair
but I realize simply
Capitalism
has no allegiance

--Jason Baldinger

Monday, February 19, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and NINETY SIX

falling in love on youtube (to and for Per), p. 2
the quisling of negativity, modern science, p. 4
to drink from the night herself (after the just-announced title of the forthcoming at the gates lp), p. 5
finnish vinyl for the ladies, p. 7
jonathan livingston seagull (à la holocaust), p. 9

--Garth Ferrante

Bio:

Garth Ferrante is a complete unknown who teaches, writes, and makes games out of challenging his own creativity. He writes because he loves to, because he finds meaning and purpose in it, because if he didn’t, life would be lifeless.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and NINETY FIVE

Sixth Poem (Bend Over and Spread Your Cheeks)

Nearly broke my mind writing the fifth poem, but that’s okay I’ll soon get over that.
We must make allowances for all sorts of collateral damage when the shit starts piling up and we don’t have a strong enough back to shovel it.
Get inside the red wheelbarrow and I’ll push you around like William Carlos Williams when poetry still meant something and a human stain didn’t bite you on the ass every time you attempted to return it whence it came.

La Charity gets it so does Provost and Smith and a host of other lonely hearts that refuse to back pedal or meet their maker just yet.
Dylan also gets it no matter the myth he covets like a bull whip or latest copy of the Ladies' Home Journal.
The proof is always in the pudding even and especially when their spokesman turned out to be a serial rapist who enjoyed pushing Quaaludes far more than Jell-O Pudding Pops.

Some people lose their appetite before they’ve even gotten a bite while the swift and dogged fisherman knows if you don’t cast your line and wait quietly you’re unlikely to catch a single fish or have anything resembling a good time.
We broke the speed of sound when we fucked like two astronauts lost in space, but that was nothing compared to when we landed and you stuck your middle finger up my blowhole.
The chemistry we created would leave any high school science teacher speechless because those who can do and those who can’t teach high school science. And yes I most certainly believe in a good education, but what I don’t believe in is the Lord of the Flies bullying mentality that most schools now operate beneath. And I am not only talking about students bullying other students, but also teachers bullying students and students bullying teachers. Bring an apple to school get ridiculed. Bring a semi-automatic rifle to school and show your fellow classmates how it’s really done.

We’re so far down the rabbit hole it’s beyond not funny how desensitized we’ve all become to the next assault, the next massacre that will occur before I’ve even finished this poem. And if you think a failed and bankrupted businessman who respects no one and only wants what he can get for himself and his entitled, pampered family will make America great again well good luck with that because he only ran for office to prove to everyone that he could and now that he’s won he’s doing his best to hide behind family and Twitter and any other distraction that keeps us from seeing him leave the stage before the tank is lowered into the water and we’re led to believe he’s inside with only minutes to escape.
I’ve lost confidence with our public officials around the time they started throwing the word homeland around. For me that was just too close to comfort with the Fatherland and the Nazi’s and a failed evil regime that never should have existed in the first place. The pundits calling Trump a genius for how he won the Republican nomination and then the Presidency are dead wrong because there’s nothing genius or for that matter even smart in tearing into your opponents like a Pitbull on steroids and there’s also not much to be said about an opportunist that uses race to stir up the masses and then drives it home with an extra helping of populism to make sure the swarm is properly induced to do their bidding.
Nearly broke open my skull writing the last poem, but that’s nothing to how I feel now. I’ve never felt more broke down or disgusted, but after eight years believing there might be a chance for us to come together and make a difference I guess it’s no surprise we’re more divided than ever as The Liberty Bell cracks all over again and we the people are taken out behind the woodshed and whipped to an inch of our red, white and blue lives with a brand new switch that resembles the old sickle and hammer. 

Charles Cicirella

1/11/17

Saturday, February 17, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and NINETY FOUR

NO. 5


Collage by Matt Borzcon


WineDrunk SideWalk : ShipWrecked in TrumpLand week FIFTY SIX wrap up

I'm on vacation this week....or what I like to refer to as Staycation...a week in which I overeat, overdrink, binge-watch movies, binge-listen to music, act as a man-about-town in various art museums, pretend I'm independently wealthy, and catch up on the many tomes that I've laid aside (i.e. catching up on comic book reading)...so...for the dozen or so of you who still read this weekly wrap-up I'm going to be brief this week and not my usual long-winded and "thoughtful" self.

So.....for this week.....

THINGS THAT SPEAKER PAUL RYAN IS LENDING HIS THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS TO

obviously the school shooting in Parkland, Florida, at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School that left, at the time of this writing, at least 17 students and adults dead.....if Speaker Ryan, Donny John and the GOP LOVE to do anything when there's a shooting, especially a school shooting, it's offer their thoughts and prayers....they do this in lieu of passing any kind of significant gun legislation that would prevent things like the massacre in Parkland from happening in the first place.  For the record this is the eighth school shooting in the United State since 2018 started....there have only been seven weeks in the fucking year.

or maybe Speaker Ryan's thoughts and prayers are with the fact that this human piece of garbage who pulled this shooting is in with white nationalists....just like Donald J. Trump and many of his supporters....nothing keeps a party going like shared interests

to go along with that...speaker Ryan must also be offering his thoughts and prayers to NRA head Wayne LaPierre's hard-on...it is a known fact that after each mass shooting in america Mr. LaPierre gets a long and sustained yet painful hard-on that he can't shake off for days....it gets worse when GOP lawmakers begin to debate how we need MORE guns in America to counteract the people already mowing us down.

...on a side note...maybe if I'm the FBI and I'm being attacked by the Nazi in the White House and his deplorable minions in the house and senate.....i don't go and bungle a case involving a school shooting....but that's exactly what the FBI did back in January when they were informed about the walking piece of shit's desire to kill....I'm on vacation which essentially means the internet is dead to me, so I haven't checked Donny John's Twitter, but I'm willing to be he'll be having a field day with this.

anyway....gayly forward....

Speaker Ryan must also be lending his thoughts and prayers to "president" DOUCHE MOTHERFUCKER's budget plan, fondly known here on WineDrunk as the "FUCK YOU AMERICA" budget. This sucker is a doozy and I'm not sure what chance it has of passing in the Senate, but with all of the elimination and/or cuts to domestic programs and much-needed government agencies, this piece of heavily bound toilet paper is a Paul Ryan WET DREAM....among the more draconian cuts and eliminations: bye bye student loan forgiveness, bye bye Head Start, cuts to food assistance, cuts to medical assistance, bye bye ACA yet again, cuts to people living in rural areas....and a whole shit ton of military/defense spending and privatization of government assets.

But for as much as Speaker Ryan hates immigrants and poor his thoughts and prayers are probably going toward DOUCHE not vetoing any bipartisan immigration legislature, which the orange-hued rapist/racists said that he would do if he didn't get his shitty wall....we may soon see how serious Donny John is about this as on Wednesday a bipartisan Senate panel came up with an immigration plan that would bolster boarder security and seek a pathway to citizenship for 1.8 million immigrants.  You can read more about the plan HERE

OR....maybe Speaker Ryan's thoughts and prayers are with the 13 Russians, that's right folks, THIRTEEN Russians, who were indicted on Friday with charges of election meddling....in a 37 page document 13 Russians and 3 corporations were charged with promoting discord in the United States and undermining public confidence in democracy....to paraphrase Assistant Attorney General (for now) Rod Rosenstein...this is a big one folks...obviously it's not yet making the case that DOUCHE obstructed justice (although anyone with a tv set/the internet has already had that proven to them), but these first indictment are one more HUGE step forward.

lastly....maybe Speaker Ryan, like many millions of us, has his thoughts and prayers on a complete and total democratic takeover of the House and Senate in the November 2018 mid-terms elections...seeing as though his spineless ass and the craven GOP won't stand up to the game show host running the nation into the ground, maybe his thoughts and prayers SHOULD be on the nation taking his dumb ass out of power.

Well...that's it for me....back to sitting my fat ass on the couch and crying over Joan Didion Documentaries....but stick around...today at 10:30 we have the collage work of one of my favorite poets, Matt Borzcon, and tomorrow we have the poetry of one Charles Cicirella

Remember...March is Women's Month...and in honor of that WineDrunk is putting out the art/writing of women and those who identify as such....i'm going to be hands off that month and Ally Malinenko will be taking over...subs are rolling in, but please send if you can...put the word MARCH somewhere in the subject heading...and also....don't forget about us once March ends...it's great to see a lot of women artists taking to this....but I'd love to see your work in April too...and may...and June...and...you get the drift.  And for those of you who've been sending...thank you...if i haven't gotten back to you in an email, i apologize....i tend to pretend the internet doesn't exist when i'm on vacation.

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Friday, February 16, 2018

day THREE HUNDRED and NINETY THREE

the plague

he doesn’t even realize
that he’s being hit on
by the man on the other side of the bar
he just wants to talk about the neighborhood
the good old days of pizza joints
and the smell of garlic up and down 5th avenue
discos and john travolta daydreams
rambunctious kids breaking open the water plug
playing stickball as neighbors hung out of windows
or beached on lawn chairs on the sidewalk
brooklyn when it was really brooklyn, he says
every single day was a street festival back then
he says, you could pretty much
leave your door open all night and nothing would happen
because everyone knew everyone
nostalgic and magical american delusion
the placid payoff to some for ignoring a history of treachery and lies
the man leans in sipping on prosecco
and says, tell me more
as packs of loud old blonde women come in for lunch
there’s nothing to really tell, the bartender says
the neighborhood has changed
coded language between us colonizers
meaning they’ve moved in
some sinister other with darker skin and darker accents
replacing pizza joints with falafel ones
all you can eat chinese and taco trucks on every corner
store signs in five languages for the uninitiated
new people hustling for the dream
day laborers loitering outside the alpine theater at dawn
hoping someone pays them for the work
it’s just not the same, the bartender says
and you can see his lily little dream
crumbling before his eyes like it has so many times
i think i see what you mean, the man says
finishing off his drink and stepping away from the bar
as if backing away from the plague
he drops a twenty down and leaves without looking back
as the bartender shrugs and drops the cash in the register
before turning back to the pack of old blonde ladies
recovered and rewired
reveling in their familiar cadence and charm
giving those good women his honest to goodness
toothiest of apple pie american grins                

-- John Grochalski