Archive for December, 2011

With A Raised Fist by Joseph Farley

Posted in Joseph Farley with tags , on December 27, 2011 by Scot

My will cannot be broken,
at least not any more than it already is.
I have the strength of grape soda,
and nearly twice the fizz.
I shall rot your teeth and stain your clothing,
but I shall never yield.
I shall remain forever angry
and yelling at the moon.

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Beside Me Are: by Mike Meraz

Posted in Mike Meraz with tags on December 27, 2011 by Scot

beside me are:
a pack of pall malls
a pack of black and milds
the heater is running
there is a joy in my heart,
indeed,
but there is also sadness,
there is a great amount of apathy
but there is also care and concern
for others.
you can’t tell me I cannot care for things,
otherwise I’d be unhuman,
there are natural inclinations you have,
that you cannot deny,
just like the fact that you are dying.
there are other undeniable facts as well,
you are living and breathing and you have a heart
and a soul and family, and these things should be cared for.
you have children, maybe and you have a wife, maybe,
and these things should be cared for, there is a cat by your
waist, that is really your child, and this is cared for,
the plight of the underachiever, the fashion of the failure
(and I am not talking monetary or popularity)
is to psychologically remove facts that undeniably exist,
even you will not refute this, denial is more popular than
cocaine.

there is a man at work who thinks he is king,
he runs a little grocery store in the French Quarter and
bullies his employees and makes them feel like shit,
his employees can do nothing save quit, but times are hard
and sometimes you have to make a choice between food and
rent and a little sucking in of your pride, you take the food
and rent because you are human and have to come home to
feed all those things you love.

life is not a computer screen, life is not a philosophy.

there is goodness in the walk to work,
there is goodness in the drive around town,
there is freshness of air,
there is the beautiful girl with long hair
who actually has something intelligent to say,
who approaches life in a real way,
who is not actually a dumb bitch,
there are these things, I find them,
I find them not often,
but they are there.

the past has been good,
the past has been bad,
but we can’t pre-lay our foundation before us
with mines and traps,
too many are doing it for us already,
politicians, social governments, the police,
the hood down the street looking for the next hustle.

Occupy by Paul Bach

Posted in Paul Bach with tags , , on December 27, 2011 by Scot

From a voice
for decades
declaiming
REVOLUTION
is the only answer,
I’m with you

Calmer heads prevail
peaceful gatherings
coast to coast
and rising
nation to nation,
I’m with you

From miles and continents away
yet by your
side,
I’m with you

Ninety-nine is more
than one
and always will be

With a Guy Fawkes mask
in one hand,
I’m with you

With the shade of Thoreau
and a copy of “On Civil Disobedience”
in the other,
I’m with you

“Letter from Birmingham Jail”
MLK, join hands
I’m with you

Readings on site
all over the country
of Ginsberg’s “America”
resurrect his spirit,
I’m with you

The creaking of branches
a low rumble is heard
exhaling through the leaves
the voice of Whitman
echoes off the buildings
the trees, the hills
I’m with you

I’m with you.

Three poems by Lynne Hayes

Posted in Lynne Hayes with tags on December 27, 2011 by Scot

suislide

capital hill is leaning
toward
sidewalk cracks
that hold garbage
from the stooges
who shoved hope
down a drain
while
paris, lisbon
and cheetahs
on a serengeti
shake their head
for they can see
that Rome burns
and all we have
is a  kinked water hose.

____________

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Revolution was about pussy by Mark James Andrews

Posted in Mark James Andrews with tags , on December 27, 2011 by Scot

Revolution was about pussy
more pussy
strange pussy
better drugs
more drugs
a free spot to crash

All night strategy sessions
Mao’s red book
working Che into the conversation
nodding to the awful obvious music
these rituals were to be practiced
to be endured.

The worst were the mass movements
the tribal gatherings
sit-ins were preferable
to the awful marching
the signs and slogans
chanting in unison.

And now wandering this Occupation
Grand Circus Park in the 3-1-3
faces are again young & sensual
slumming & kinky in tent city
a new wisdom permeates
ignore organization
abandon philosophy.

A sleeping bag is hung in the wind
bodily fluids are drying
a young male in a Sherpa hat
sidles up to a young female
bowing to cell phone texting
silently weighing his chances.

Together by Len Kuntz

Posted in Len Kuntz with tags on December 27, 2011 by Scot

Encircled
we hold hands
and sing
our voices rising
with white breath
hot as flames
toward a certain heaven.
Tomorrow
long after Christmas has passed
we will still be here
praising peace
and goodwill toward men.
We will
carry each other on our backs
build a final fortress
or fill the hollow mouths of our brethren
but what we will not ever do is
stop proclaiming
what is
and what should be.

Wall Street by Donal Mahoney

Posted in Donal Mahoney with tags , on December 27, 2011 by Scot

Like the poor, the comfortable
you will always have with you.
They hold good jobs, then

get better ones. Like coyotes
they grin and walk slowly
in circles. They hire,

even fire each other.
They wed their own kind
and selectively proliferate.

Theirs is a constant harvest.
Their voices are a sediment,
thickening on everything.