April’s Flowers

NaPo2016 roof

Thank you everyone who visited ConnectHook during National Poetry Writing Month 2016

Original poems posted in April:

1. Another Fool For April
2. Octaves Off-Key
3. Dark Side in Light
4. For Culrd Grlz who Yak on Phonz (when Afro-Silence iz Enuf)
5. Beatles Breakdowns
6. Switch the Flip
7. Samuel’s Anointed
8. Hard Cell
9. Parabolic Receptors
10. El papito in Babylon
11. Yes We (in) CAN (tation)
12. Rainbows End
13. Pierced for Your Own Transgressions
14. Closing Time
15. Don’t Shoot: The Return of Jimmy Justice
16. Outcome-Based Appeal
17. Farewell, Welfare
18. Symphony for the Moon-God
19. Professional Indian
20. La Fabulosa
21. Casually Sensibly Clad
22. Dual Airbags
23. Row VS. Wade
24. Church-o-rama³
25. I’m OK: Best Life Now
26. Sabean Inscription
27. High Coup
28. Some War Over the Rainbow
29. Hail Churchianity
30. Devaluated Data

Hail Churchianity


Religion, you harlot and opiate of the masses

I smell the stagnation you bring upon earth.

Gold becomes lead, in stained roseate glasses

diluting, corrupting, negating its worth.

Hierarchical structure and pseudo-anointing

seem holy— but prove antithetic to Christ

whose transparently sure apostolic appointing

began a new age, and sufficed.

I renounce you, religion; your temples lie fallen . . .

the future arises from ruins, ever new.

Mere human unrighteous momentum must stall

when the truth spins around into view.

He was scorned, he was vilified; slain for your sin

Abrahamic philosopher, healer and friend

yet perceived as demoniac right to the end.

His beginning is here in your heart. Never fear:

Dead religion must perish for true love to win.

Hermeneutics imploding—His coming is near


Some War Over the Rainbow


The Sovereign reigns on high
enthroned behind the sky
Aware of our distressing woe
He oversees the tragic show
as lies with bullets fly.

Unmoved he sees the dead
beholding him in dread
unable to reverse their course
their being severed from its source
aware of what’s ahead.

The judgement never ends
although we miss our friends
who never yielded unto grace
and now must read upon Christ’s face
a message that offends.