Category Archives: April 2017

Fractured

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As if boons were bruises
Keep watching dreams peel delusions
With fists like the gnashing teeth of beasts
Brimming with fairy tale ferocity
Flashing chunks of revenge
Through this story of
So many women
Who keep eating bananas
When all they really want
Is cheese
Lost in the blanks of emptiness
This space between breaths
Brimming with fairy tale ferocity
Flashing once upon a fractured time
Where little peas of Gorgonzola
Dig into their back

As if boons were bruises

Brenda Warren 2017

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An Elegy for America

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Truth recoils
beneath a tweeter-in-chief.
A prevaricating bully.
A derisive philistine.
He taints the nation ludicrous
and shits down the throat
of her dreams.

Indivisibility vanishes
as spending is cut
for Planned Parenthood
Meals on Wheels
Before and after school programs
Food Stamps
and the Arts.

Liberty fears
the loss of net neutrality,
jails for profit,
silenced reporters,
and dismantled schools.

Justice for all weeps
when good old boy judges slap
the wrists of rapists.

And when the people elect
a predator,
allegiance falters.

Quick,

do something.

America is dying; she gasps beneath an orange sky.

Brenda Warren 2017

Recipe for Ruination

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Spread fake news to
elect a petulant leader.
A pussy grabbing narcissist.
Impulsive and self-righteous.
A cacophonous fibber.
A bully supreme.

Stoke the flames
of the leader’s pants
with media coverage of tweet accusations
to divert the followers
who feast
on his fraudulent crumbs.

Add to this an assembled body of
conservative, indignant, power hungry,
mean-spirited, rich white men
wanting to right imaginary wrongs,
wanting to whitewash government,
wanting to cleanse the stench that blackness
left lingering in the hallowed halls
of this fresh hell.

Imbue with authority to legislate.
Bring to a rapid boil.
Remove from heat and stir in a heaping mound of self-interest.

Recipe serves: 1%

Brenda Warren 2017

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Ruination’s Sway

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Saying what you mean
is not meaning what you say.
You shake loose fake news
like feathers as you preen
strutting your stuff across this sinking
ship, bolstered and emboldened
by invisible masses
that feed upon words you
break, bruise, and
misuse.

Saying what you mean
not meaning what you say.

Brenda Warren 2017
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