This 4th of July weekend, I struggle with my own patriotism. Am I a respected member of this nation? I wanted to share some of my recent verses for the special occasion.
BBQ’d
This weekend,
question the corny cobs,
grill the meatheads
high on homegrown, misogynistic courage.
Prayers mixed with mother’s potato salad.
Make fear the foreigner
so that when he arrives at your doorstep,
you do not recognize him.
Plea of Insanity
To plead insanity,
I need to hear voices,
stillbirth my bad choices.
Monumental marriages
dissolved into mud-throwing divorces.
Plead insanity to these lifetime appointments
sewn shut orifices
all stitched up,
we can’t sing the anthem
or even be in the chorus.
Supreme Syzygy
Each court case catastrophe
eclipses the other,
a syzygy of rigidity.
Two powerful father suns
and a cold mother moon,
aligned in strategy.
Supreme authority,
a conservative assault;
bow your heads in forced prayer
to the judicial occult.





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