Trumpism propagates inside a political vacuum sucked up by closeted Hoovers and freedom fascists. Howling to dog whistle signals of the good old days, by good old boys shrink wrapped in red white and blue versions of God bless America. Pseudo-patriotic shock troops march in Walmart parking lots to Trumped up charges. Angry sycophants strap phallus like tactical appendages to their backs, arming themselves for the armchair revolution. Fomented by a bloated showman selling one way tickets to 1952. Selling grainy black and white fiefdoms to masters of snowflake narcissism. Fed fears with a five foot spoon. Choking on the bones of jihads, enemies, and boogie men. Turn over a gilded Trump card, faux gold shining under florescent light. As the lie becomes gospel.
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
Pax AmericanaA Dead Kennedy last words Facing a hidden firing squad Blow the head off head of state High caliber Democracy Pax Americana Peace by pistol held to the head America holds the world hostage Pax Americana
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Yin Yang (improvisational poem)Walk through an odd human zoo Monstrous emotional maniacs Growl and prowl around post modern cages Demure suburban dilletantes send blase' signals to a wishy washy world Wild versus mild play fight like dancing queens Opposites attract and make babies Yin and yang Swirls and pulsates A galaxy lives in a tea cup Inhale exhale Sweet and sour Juxtaposition Served over fried rice......
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Big Back yardSay Momma you gotta big back yard Can I frolic in your well tended grass Can I shake your fruit tree Make it rain mangos Sweet and tangy You know you gotta big back yard Let me ride your see saw up and down up and down I'm sayin doe momma You gotta big back yard Your garden is fertile Can I stay awhile? |
Social Distance or Dont stand so close to meDon't stand Don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Inside a personal fortress of solitude Basking in the light of smart phones Church for one blessings under breath The distance measured by space times intimacy Needy human beings estranged from touch Flesh tone planets adjust to solitary eclipses Never meeting watching each other from hidden vantage points In careful orbits Alone in a time of virus blowing kisses hugging the wind... ("Don't stand so close to me" a verse taken from the rock group the Police) |
Soul-diers (Soldiers)Soul-diers invade personal space My inner cosmos Inner thoughts Echo deep in the chasm of time Verbs in reverb vibrate bodies Human tuning forks eat salty sound waves Sound off in military cadence Left right left Combat boots stomp in unison Christian soul-diers Dangerous dance partners In a war time waltz spitting razor blades at obscenities yelled from the cheap seats Cannon fodder with government names fertilize recent battlefields Bones turn into blossoms.... |
The Cripple NippleWelcome to the Cripple Nipple The titty is tough but the milk is sweet Its okay to freak to the beat We open 8 days a week Find what you seek at the Cripple Nipple Come get a taste we will put it in yo face While chicken heads P-pop to the base Jitterbugs in tank tops and cut off dungarees work out their aggression body rockin Masculine metrosexuals work that sucka to death making the dance floor sweat Lets rendezvous under the shimmering disco ball at zero hour intoxicated by the sub woofers power press yo flesh against mine At the Cripple Nipple |
Get HighGet High Snort endorphins nose bleeding due to high altitude Alter your attitude Get High Needle pop adrenaline Pump jet fuel into arteries Turning mental midgets into chemical giants Get High Herion heroes take a bow In dirty clothes performing encores With a 50 dollar jones Get High On yourself Roll up wealth Puff and pass The image in the looking glass....
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Basquiat in New YorkNappy genius Dirty virgin eyes seek oil paint absolution Inspiration sleeps on the number 2 train. A muse discovered among discarded human beings euthanized Arranged haphazardly. Wild brush strokes animate American aliens in the primordial colors of Time Square. Taste the flavor of the suns dying light, falling into the East River. Captured on canvas A nappy genius weeps. Jean Michel Basquiat sleeps.... |
America the Butt NakedThe Emperor has no clothes Butt a#ss naked Naked aggression Naked capitalism Naked power Show your a*ss in Afganistan Went stark naked on the Taliban Show your a*ss in Iraq, went Terminator "I'll be back" War is gun pornography Naked to the world Privates covered with fig leaf G.I. Joes Protect nudity with extreme predjudice.. Uncle Sam marches on in a thong Stretch marks run from South America to Viet-cong America the Butt-Naked.... |
Concrete CityPoured concrete form temporary monuments hardened temples to self flagellation whipping boys make stone statues life like but cold.. Insidious concrete sidewalks carve a deviant path riding rough shod over brown earth and blue sky Divine landscapes covered by asphalt black top scabs, urban, metastasized Concrete city cemented by the rat race.... |