"We built this She-Bang-Bang under a Cover of Social Justice"

"Freedom of Speech is for Wee wee, the men
with the Assets. The rest of you: Log Out.
Go read your Index, TOC, footnotes!

This here is my Palace~those are Les Scrubs.
I write ALl the Rules that Work very well
to satisfy Old Boys under our desks.
Should any complain we just Shut Em Up!
No means Yes when we say so, mujeres.

Let's walk on Over to where we keep 'Em.
They've got two jobs, one is to Cook and Clean.
And the other is to Eat when Hunger
calls up a Male Erection. Get back
to Work!  Yup! We have built this She-Bang-Bang
under the Covers of Social Justice."  (wink wink)

Petals in the Page of the Book for a Tender Girl Child

As there are no Choices, make Decisions

Like driving to the              Bay and listening

Country which is Fine        When it's not CorpWrit

Dead of Desire                    Overfilled with Power

I Reckon, Cowgirls             Calves in their Pre-Teens

Elementary                          School, SUMMIT, where I first

wrote a Poem                      Protect the Females

who want to Become          Leaders in Service

to Humanidad                     Keep their Tender Skulls

Young and Green and Unspilt of their Flowers

Guard them as my Grandmother Edith did 

when she put a Bouquet of One between
the pages of a Book. In that place

I left you a Petal, Tender Girl Child.

c/Safos Eros y Flecha de Niñita Tragedia.

Volcanic cinders, I write with your Ash.

Electromagnetically Yours, a Poet.

There's a name for Collateral Damage

Poetical laciteoP Death

Disservice to the Women and Children,

An Egg has been Damaged: Here is the Yoke:

"So you Say I'm only Good for 1 THING 
Oppressor?!" My pentameter Alone

has five Feet of two Steps in Fourteen Lines.

Abacus of Meter! They say One must

not Bite the hand that Feeds me but it's Forced
its way past myTongue--Soy EdiThORa:

ya estufas!  Las Navajas del Eros

y Sus Flechas, Niñita Tragedia.

that Gains where Best it Subsists: not Mecca.

Enchanting Poem, what is your Purpose?
Why exist at all?  Why bother with Measure?
There is no Public Trust in your Diction,
your Predilection, nor your Precision.


Gut it ti tuG!  Le problemme c'est Tremende
It begins in the Morpheme, rose Petal
of Sequence, accent, and Scintillation.
A Sonnet has uses for Connoisseurs.


For it Knows where and when to Descend.
Every Descent person should Demand Art
that is Clear concerning the D-Cadence:
False Truths are a Taint on Attenuated


Nerves.  Discord belongs to an Aesthetic
that Gains where Best it Subsists: Not Mecca.

It's the Little Things about that Brewer:but shouldn't U get Busy with Peace?

It's the Little Things about that Brewer,
--Se lava los dientes? It's a Face Lift Grrr,
the Witch who Snatched Hansel and Gretel,

Her regular Gig is that of the Dual
StepSisters of Cinderella. She plays
Both roles for she can fly from side to side
on the Stage el OdioidO.

~~Saltillo, Terra Cotta, Mosaico~~

Red mounTain that's Falling on top of us:

What Can be Heard inside the walls of the World

where Our Sound and Sense we once Understood?

We may not be able to Prevent a Crime

like this but shouldn't you get busy with Peace?

So this is My Portion of Liberty's Worth? WWW of Despair

So this is my portion of Liberty's
worth? This ragged Idea, burnt-up Dream,
and Bloodspattered Memory. Why why Verse?
There are Worthier Crops of Better cream?

Multicolored Teardrops, Crystals of Time
that are Shed without Ceasing 'cause the Border
makes Humans into Enemies of Rhyme
and Measure--Wire Fire of Rancor,

High Speed digital Imagination:
you were supposed to host and share Casual
Posts, Brother to Sister in Meaningful
discourse and virtually Connect da People,

across the World, a Mirror for Chit Chat
a Wide-Eyed Web Site we could All Chill At.

A Small Girl who Wanted to Lead: niacCM nilaP rewerB

Oh Blue horse of Freedom. (Luis Jimenez)

which Hate said looked Evil or Wicked,

when all that you were was Azul, Sculpter

of Scenic Humanos, the Peeps, Cuzzes

and Nieces, like this Child in Tucson

who was killed because of her Ideas,

her Blue horse of Freedom in Cradle,

Small Girl who wanted to be a Leader,
your Song and not that Drooling Doggerel-
of Princes who beat their Chests in Coats

and Ties, Who Hate the Gays, the Dreams,

and the Poor. Rebuke to you John McCain

Slick Pimp of Shamelessness Bias and Bane

of Libertad; Retreat Brewer and Palin.

Sopla Palabra llevame Lejos de esta maL-e Pura Magia Palabraica,

Sopla Palabra llevame Lejos de esta maL-
existencia, que sera de mi, La Sirena, cuando
ya no quede mas el Mar? Me convertiria en Culebra
Fea y Mala en busca de Chuparle la Lecha Amamantadora
de las Mamas con Criaturas.  No me Gustara y Rehusare
ser Maliciosa.  Prefiero hundirme en la Tormenta que
Rendir mis Pies de Peces Elegantes Rio-Platenses
o Pachucas, hermandades Oceanicas, Poetas
Xicanometricas y de Forma iGual que cuaLquier
Otra de pasos biNacionales, Ser Humana y
ser Animal de Pura Magia Palabraica,
Zongora Zongora Zongora

Ariel in Chains

Let them Try let them Growl let them Howl
til they Burst with Moral Pimples the Crest
has been Seething with Hatred Hostile
to Truth and Repair. This is Shakespeare, some
drop of his Cum what more can I say?
You're abusing the Family Jewels, You
are an Anti-History Gangster, a Caveman
who held back the Humans from being
what was GIven them to Be...Killercidic
Take a Step to the Back, you're Rythms
haltering Progress. Get it on Get it On.
What else will you steal back from History
to explode what is Sacred because it
Subsists on  your Sperm of poor Value,
What else can Equate with your DrooloorD?

Political Traumatic Stress Disorder of Arizona

Shut Up now that's Enough and has broken
with Measure Propriety Integrity a name worth
its Dust not an Old Guy's Hisssstory.
You have taken a Martyr it's Official
and Literally so for the SIlence of Violence
we REFUSE TO OBEY! A Bullet
in the Face of Helen? What Minion
of such Ilk would Homer have wanted to
Acknowledge?  Inebriated Dancer
without one Step of Waltzing, Flash and Hold
your Insignias and say we're the Causes;
The Mentally Challenged we have our
tendencies Look they R Lacerations
consistent with the Toil of Poets.