Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts

Monday, 28 March 2022

curiosity.1

violence at the oscars. openly transphobic bestselling authors. i gave myself half the time it took to drink my cup of coffee thinking on it. then back to work.

Tuesday, 23 February 2021

killing on 43rd ave

they sweep and mop they 

stock shelves they 

ring you up at the register they

deal with all american 

attitude. we call it the graveyard

shift for good reason last

week they left one to bleed

out for some 

change. god rest your very

soul


#katyamills

Tuesday, 17 September 2019

lazy summer fun

we plucked the worms from the earth and pinioned them on hooks on strings and cast them into the lake for the sunfish to strike and get hooked through the gills then fight and flight and make it worse and we reeled them in ona pole and plucked the fish from the waters and let them gasp for air while baking on the planks of the dock in the sun until dead then put them in a crayfish trap tied to a clete and threw it overboard for three days and nights and pulled it up full of crabs cannot get out then boiled a pot of water ona stove and threw all the crayfish in to boil red and cool and break the tails off suck the head, all in the name of lazy summer fun. we were kids. i won't be upset if i never go fishing again.

Thursday, 22 February 2018

killer -v

We are right to remember the lives with such promise that were lost. We are right to focus on the survivors and the families that must move on though no longer whole. We are right to care about our kids and our schools and how to protect them so they can feel safe and trustful and go and keep learning and growing. And if we care this much, we must also care enough to understand a culture that contributes to a violent disposition.

Saturday, 12 November 2016

martial arts mixed with supermodel moon

Good morning world, today it will be partly hysterical with scattered tear gas and a good chance of healing the narcissistic wound, by appearances, anti-Trump and replete with overenforcement of law, and disorder. the wild-eyed tatted up boy from Dublin will enter the Octagon in the square, Madison Garden, while a New Yorker agent of real estate assets makes moves on the Oval, the Office, bearing fruits of the violence of free speech, talking of violence and violence of talking, while the political correct find themselves bundled and floating, sucked slowly into space, drawn to the supermodel moon. the lights of civil rights are mostly white wandering place to place, eye for eye, martial arts mixed and in danger of falling from grace.

Wednesday, 16 March 2016

Maze 2:14:4

In the last episode 2:14:3 Ame is realizing she's not been as nonviolent as she imagines herself to be, and she worries that Kell does not want to be found because she's rejected Ame and her lifestyle. Ame goes to see the orphans to validate herself through them, that she can still love and be loved. It's a diluted way around the truth.

Book Two
Chapter 14:4


Tuesday, 21 April 2015

predated murderous material mayhem (a poem)

Who can release such metals?
out upon us all?

some time and space bomb
predated to settle with
unsettling precision

we see them to the door
split you the good lord
hit you

you had a chance you chose to clothe
your body in a militant strapped stance
a chance

got violent it was condoned
saw yourself going to be cloned
not sure where you're going
but it's not alone

out in the desert heat
white as a sheet
under the sun
burning
all but the flag

we cannot forgive you
your violent nature
we used you for
tax dollars well
spent

must you forgive
yourself you let
your blood run cold you
find your way
you will
or you won't
it's up to you

what says the door
kissing off an ammo
whore

out into the fire
ashes in your wake
breathing but not awake

murderous material mayhem
polished out your hate

crazed mother
scared so scared
so far from getting straight

our tears come of your hate
your tears come of our hate
what you gonna say?

nothing
cause you're down
half-dead

caught the
boomerang

by the
head

Friday, 2 May 2014

some freedom for sale. a limited edition

Static. to think
with the heart in
the stillness

on the axial
tilt of the earth

some freedom
appears there
an inkblot montage

static. revelations
appear

it's a real
          tangible
           responsibility
 our freedom

i found
  the founding
               fathers

static.
automatically
engaged with it

it's a limited edition
decidedly precious stone
rare bling

i'm American
it's all i have left in
         control of
      my mind...
maybe

motion. awash in
permalink
          heartbeat
rhythms

star thistle
cat whistle
metro the metric
electric

foster freeze
the heart sees
Ukraine...
awash in tumultuous seas

static. the
commotion.
electric black sea meets the
ocean

static. the heart sees
Korean seas. black
listed
to the lees

awash away
- sanction squeeze -
a few hundred
obedient
kids

walking on walls
saying goodbyes
laughing at gravity

south of no northern
selfie mentality

orders
and lies

pro-Russian forces
Putin divorces
too far away
is the world

the audio feed
ambrosia the mead
incongruence grows like a weed

'remain in your seats'
it's nothing at all
just put your head
over your feet

orders
and lies
there's no surprise
someone is saving an ass

enough tears
to fill the place

labor day marches
communist flags
any creed
any race
any face
just no fags


red square
nowhere
pink triangle
tilt

pussy riot
flowers won't wilt
all thanks to Georgia
O'Keefe

under oppressive weight
gravity wins
      captain sins
             natural forces
                the world spins

in a Winslowesque
 Homer

Geneva accordian
waiting
   watching
        reporting
            witnessing
                 pressured
                       media
                          outlets

discordant
      anonymous
              militant
                     downrisen
                           up trodden
chess
become checkers
violence
                  home wreckers

capture the flag
deny that you did it
rewrite history
deny that you did it

union
    confusion
         reunion the
              Jungian-Freudian
split

reign of oncoming
terror. trafficking of insidious
homeland insecurities and
lies

Siberia awaits us
all

cold
  dark
    frozen
      tundra
       
in the heart
of a leader
like Manson
like Pol Pot
drink the Kool Aid
laugh a lot
deny everything
drink the vodka
reinvent the Archipelago
call it home

jump off the George Washington
 bridge
with your mate
drowning

step off the foundation
without reservation
bid your families
farewell
    

lost
floundering. black seas
check
     please?

           checkmate

accordions
push all
             the air
        out

the hate
    it's...

too late





- K