Destruction Chorus

  I’m still waiting for the miracle We’re all still waiting   for the miracle to come Leonard Cohen rings in my ear   His mighty baritone rings beckoning us to sing   Hallelujah There is protest in the air Breathe it in Breathe it in   —From “That Turned Ugly Fast” by Mark Berriman

Me and Mr. Green

  Please forgive me, Mr. Green but the writing’s on the wall You’re a washed up patriot   Please forgive me, Mr. Green But we’ve pulled the curtains closed Our streets have been swept clean   Your antiquated ideas will trickle down no more Your hazy vague plague swaddled in the flag   No more […]

Over My Knee

Over My Knee   She turns the other cheek and begs for me to slap it as she glances over her shoulder   Deep red turns to deep purple and my hand pulses on her skin   –From “Kink in the Chain” by Mark Berriman –Photo by Stefanie Beckers

Dreaming All Over

  Dreaming All Over The only happy people in the world are those who do not have to write long poems –John Berryman from The Dream Songs People dream of falling Falling from ledges, startled awake Falling from beds, startled awake Falling from grace, startled awake Dream “experts” say falling dreams reflect situations in your […]

Election Day

Election Day White working class voted Republican again Another election day White working class voted Republican again by thirty points Thirty point margin against their best interests They’ll have your children sorting garbage —from “That Turned Ugly Fast”

Upstairs at Graceland

So difficult to grasp her foreign tongue Her cheeks are rebel red   Where she has kept her secrets Greens, yellows, and whites put there by Priscilla   As you enter the front door you are greeted by stairway leading to second floor   She has a knife She cuts out my cancer and she […]

Then the Puritans Sent Us To Helltown

      Sometimes I wish we could go back to the summer we spent together at Helltown   A nice place to visit they said But it was a better place to leave   We smoked cigarettes aboard the abandoned bus Our legs up on the seats The emergency exit door slightly ajar Cool […]

Blitzkrieg Now

    They will hang a name on him   They tread over corpses of his kin   Tarring and feathering his homeland   Keeping bugs in jars on bedside tables He’s kicking it for Christ Kicking for Christ   Something that should have been beaten out of him long ago   Too many druggy […]

Muhammad Ali

  Hiding from Harry Seekins   He says he’s balls deep in the devil and I will not challenge his claim   His eyes were open but he wasn’t there Seeking Always seeking   Sticky residue up and down arms from nicotine patches he wears   Three up Three up Three up Three up at […]