“Both Sides”

My friend manages
a restaurant,
one block

from where
Heather Heyer
was mowed down

by white hatred.
Men with semi automatics
march and chant,

wave their flags & Nazi
bats, confederates,
in riot gear

purchased online
from purveyors
of the finest

tactical garments.
She locks the door,
tells employees

to get in the back. Afraid
for their lives,
they emerge

in time to see
the panic,
a vehicle.  She knows

the woman killed
on Saturday,
both in their thirties,

elbows on a bar
in Charlottesville,
and now only one left

to tell the story
over a cigarette,
miles from home,

which is where
she finally has the oxygen
to tell me.

There is no question
about who brought
the terror down.

They feared for their lives,
they locked the door,
and no gray area now…

Tonight’s story is brought to you by the president.

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This is the House That Trump Built

This is the house that Trump built.
These are the lies that lay in the house that Trump built.
This is Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

This is Sean Spicer who backed up Steve Bannon
who made up the lies that lay in the house that Trump built.
This is K. Conway who fed Sean Spicer
who backed up Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

This is Trump Jr., the Donald’s first born,
who schemed with K. Conway who fed Sean Spicer
who backed up Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

This is Scott Pruitt, recently sworn,
who emailed Trump Jr., the Donald’s first born,
who schemed with K. Conway who fed Sean Spicer
who backed up Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

This is the planet that wakes up each morn
that fears Scott Pruitt, recently sworn,
who emailed Trump Jr., the Donald’s first born,
who schemed with K. Conway who fed Sean Spicer
who backed up Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

These are the scientists, blowing the horn,
that care for the planet that wakes up each morn
that fears Scott Pruitt, recently sworn,
who emailed Trump Jr., the Donald’s first born
who schemed with K. Conway who fed Sean Spicer
who backed up Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

These are the immigrants, and we are all one,
including the scientists, blowing the horn,
that care for the planet that wakes up each morn
that fears Scott Pruitt, recently sworn,
who emailed Trump Jr., the Donald’s first born
who schemed with K. Conway who fed Sean Spicer
who backed up Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

We are the people, our hearts being torn
by the unconscious actions of those we have sworn
who torment the immigrants, and we are all one,
including the scientists, blowing the horn,
that care for the planet that wakes up each morn
that fears Scott Pruitt, recently sworn,
who emailed Trump Jr., the Donald’s first born
who schemed with K. Conway who fed Sean Spicer
who backed up Steve Bannon who made up the lies
that lay in the house that Trump built.

Letter to the Answer Men

Dear
Don Trump, Scott Pruitt, and Ryan Zinke,

Please help us understand why
it’s raining in the Colorado mountains
in December.

Signed,

The Deer
Black Bears
Beavers
Ravens
Rabbits
Bald Eagles
Elk
Owls
Chipmunks
Bighorn Sheep
Wild Horses
Coyotes
Squirrels
Moose
River Otters
Fox
Sage Grouse
Red-Tailed Hawks
Marmots
and Children

Flat Planet

Hark the herald angels
sing the red line boldly,
this is not my story.
This is not our story.

He’ll tell you that the planet’s flat,
negligent explorer,
pockets lined with glory
trumpeting his glory,

full steam shipping down the line
toward the edge of reason,
he’s always keeping score, we
the people, brace for war,

lost for words but not conviction
when nothing left is sacred,
march right or you be wary,
things just might get scary,

so trade this fear for action,
and batten down the hatches,
lean against the oar,
let’s make love the allegory,
make love the allegory.

Bully

Broken system,
Fox-newsed
high glossed –
we let you
throw your words
like hand grenades.
I want to cover
the ears of my children.
You make it ok
for others to be bullies, too.
Obstruction of justice,
due process cock blocking,
Supreme Court circus
pummeled by playground vitriol –
what is happening?
Enough.
Already enough
violence and pain,
hunger and suffering
for one thousand lifetimes.
If this were an elementary school,
the classroom psychologist
would have been called in
last semester.
Your hate,
an aberration,
a toxic symptom
of a broken world.
So we will keep on loving,
the only antivenin,
and hope that somehow
it will stop the bite
before the poison
spreads too far.