Collective Unrest

 

Why Edward Kennedy was forgiven for the time he drove his oldsmobile into a pond

October 31, 2018

(after Richard Krech)

 

The poppies that they gather
only grow in blood soaked soil
under dark mountain ranges. Every
thing crumbles under the weight of
these white washed walls and
burned history books.

No one remembers the call girl’s names
and the public easily forgives a rapist.

The television allows you
to alter the way you see the
world, and the time, has a
specific menu for those things,
all starts with the buttons you push.

Wal-mart sells thousands
of them a year, claims not
to know the difference
between black and white TVs
or what used to be called,
“color TVs” that we now call
“smart TVs”, and we never
even had a parade. Nothing to

suggest the change was important
enough to be recollected or reelected,
while the proof of these roses and all
other flowers still stained his chalky hands.

 

Wil Gibson currently lives in Humboldt County, California where the trees are big. He has had 5 collections published by kind people, and has been included in a number of anthologies and lit mags both online and in print, such as Marsh Hawk Review, Button Poetry, Midwestern Gothic, Drunk in a Midnight Choir, Yellow Chair Review and more.You can find links to books and more info at wilgibson.com

Please follow and like us:
In category:
Newer Post

boys will be

Click the link below to read Brennan DeFrisco's brilliant poem, "boys will be."   boys will be by Brennan DeFrisco   Brennan DeFrisco is a poet, spoken word artist & educator from the San Francisco Bay Area. He’s been a National…
Read
Older Post

Bible Church of Micah

The God of love a smoking volcano, happy, blissful even, but raging lava. In high school I learned that Mr. Simpson didn’t vote for Reagan. Our Pastor met with him privately. He stopped coming to church. A few others actively…
Read
Random Post

Slow Information

*Previously published in Alligator Jupiter, Fall 2002, and Poets Against the War, March 2003 You decide to paint something, a portrait, say, of Hitler reclining. Grove of red roses. Blue sky padded with glowing white cumuli. Your daughter’s doll between…
Read
Random Post

survivor

TW for sexual assault I never thought of myself as a survivor / just in the wrong place at the wrong time / don’t get in an elevator with someone who makes you uncomfortable, just take the stairs his first…
Read
Random Post

Bleeding Out

This is how the rich abandon the poor we forget them because we can, over and over again           Don’t you see? This is how the poor stay voiceless common slaves to our dictates, they cannot hold us to account           Do…
Read
Random Post

Her Name Was Juliette

TW for school shooting and death   They knocked down the oldest house in the neighborhood a couple weeks ago. It was white with grey stone layering and an orangey-red Spanish roof.  It had a jumbled and unstructured design, with…
Read