Sinner Cities

Behold your public funds at work:
Trash-strewn gutters, loitering thugs;
Sidewalk dancers start to twerk
While tattooed clowns deal circus drugs.

Social workers check the pulse
In clouds of menace: sick-sweet smoke.
The cities brain and guts convulse:
Mad laughter for an absent joke.

Such Godless faces, Christless souls
Whose gazes show malign defeat
Evoke dysfunction. On it rolls:
A harsh, reptilian urban beat.

The ghosts of absent fathers fade
In methadone . . . the guttural yells
Infect the urine-reeking shade
Of demons bound in welfare hells.

America—reduced to this.
Fragmented, begging for repair.
A vicious and unkind abyss
Beyond all hope and all despair.

I want to flee such streets of noise
Where fate is read in scraps of trash
When sirens urge the circus boys
To pocket their illicit cash.

The summer snow-flakes
rise gently in morning mist:
your desert is vast.

Spending Down Ideals

Education as universal solvent:
philosopher’s stone of beneficent thought.
(A perennial excuse for state involvement
and dangerous myth: that goodwill can be taught.)

Well-meaning intentions… more theory to burn.
A faulty assumption; debt for the debtor:
humanity’s limitless hunger to learn
while taxpayer dollars pass through the shredder.

Let’s smoke up a page from the liberal libretto
while strolling the grounds in our brief intermission;
Philanthropy’s dead in the streets of the ghetto
(another unfortunate juxtaposition).

When such benign fables are dropped in the ‘hood,
applied to armed thugs with their trousers sagging
little progress is made toward collective good –
amidst feral aggression and narco-bragging.

Thus raised without love, no family, no father
devoid of compassion, unformed and unmanned,
they’re numb to your efforts, which barely bother
such thugs with a rock or a gun in their hand.

thugz
IMAGE: ambrosekane.com

Spending Down Ideals

Education as universal solvent:
philosopher’s stone of beneficent thought.
(A perennial excuse for state involvement
and dangerous myth: that goodwill can be taught.)

Well-meaning intentions… more theory to burn.
A faulty assumption; debt for the debtor:
humanity’s limitless hunger to learn
while taxpayer dollars pass through the shredder.

Let’s smoke up a page from the liberal libretto
while strolling the grounds in our brief intermission;
Philanthropy’s dead in the streets of the ghetto
(another unfortunate juxtaposition).

When such benign fables are dropped in the ‘hood,
applied to armed thugs with their trousers sagging
little progress is made toward collective good –
amidst feral aggression and narco-bragging.

Thus raised without love, no family, no father
devoid of compassion, unformed and unmanned,
they’re numb to your efforts, which barely bother
such thugs with a rock or a gun in their hand.

thugz
IMAGE: ambrosekane.com