1/21/17- Timothy Tarkelly

1-21-17(1) Timothy T

You think we are gathered for what?

To show our hearts like designer

labels, to be a fighter,

but only speak progressively?

To make noise, to wear our throats

to shreds and our toes to shreds

singing and marching while we sweat

under arms made rubber

but heavy like stone

by cardboard pictures of what?

Slogans you think we made up

to satisfy status, quip,

and trade in style for principle?

You think our shoulders like doom

so much that we wear it

for war-story nights

and profile photos?

I promise,

there are so many other ways

to spend a Saturday.

1-21-17 Timothy t


Timothy Tarkelly has an MA in Theatre (Drama Therapy) from Kansas State University. His poems have been featured by Lycan Valley Press, Fourth & Sycamore, Poets & War, and Aphelion. He is a member of the National Writers Union (UAW local 1981) and is on the National Committee of the Social Democrats, USA. When he is not writing, he works for a non-profit that serves survivors of domestic and sexual violence.

Don’t Blame Me, I Voted for Vermin Supreme

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Poem and photo by Leah Mueller

 

I voted for a pint of my poems

on my door slightly before dusk,

and found them to be

extra kind to each other today.

I voted for a huge wave

of your profile picture,

with whom I was excited to

see my awkward pre-teen, years later.

I voted for $1,000 per month

helping me in an interesting niche market.

I voted for me with an hour.

This made me be exact.

I voted for a protest vote.

In fact, the skull looks nice.

I voted for a lot of lunacy.

I voted for Mother’s Day.

I voted for Hillary Clinton

in a cool video and wild music.

I voted for a product that my sister

built of automatic weapons,

on top of everything else.

I voted for a fine-toothed comb.

I voted for a hard rain.

I voted for legal marijuana, though.

I voted for me, but less bad,

for someone that

blatantly broke the law.

I voted for a couple more than an hour

layover/plane change in Salt Lake City.

I voted for her mouth,

and literally committed Treason

by students in such situations.

I voted for a sign

telling people not to say anything.

There is already chosen.

America is not quite normal.

And if you’re a Mean One,

in battle with firecrackers

until dawn.


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Encoded- Aurora Phoenix

her ovaries must harbor

in sub-atomic particles

the Jungian aggregation

of all the silencings

the brutal

culturally sanctioned

“God says we should do this”

stoned-for-expressing-sexuality

burned-at-the-stake-for-witchcraft

disfiguring-acid-attacks-for-stepping-out-of-place

whipped-for-being-raped-by-plantation-master

silencings

the subtle

speak-only-when-spoken-to

nice-girls-don’t-rock-the-boat

don’t-be-hostile-I-was-just-kidding-can’t-you-take-a-joke

ignoring-her-comment-and-celebrating-his-quote-of-it

interrupting-to-condescendingly-explain-concepts-she-mistresses

eye-rolling-in-the-face-of-articulate-outrage

silencings

the genital

debasing-the-source-of-life

degrading-the-center-of-worship-if-she-dares-to-control-it

equating-strength-and-ecstasy-with-cowardice

pussy-calling-pussy-grabbing-without-permission

believing-she-bodies-are-public-property

silencings

the relational

perpetual-mother-blaming-for-all-offsprings’-foibles

coffee-fetching-office-organizing-boss-managing-scapegoat-for-missteps

don’t-worry-your-pretty-little-head-about-it-I-got-this-dismissive-“protector”

act-like-a-virgin-in-public-a-whore-in-my-bed-but-only-when-I-want-it-lover

save-me-from-myself-angel-go-along-with-my-wild-ideas-demon-wife

stoop-shouldered-bearer-of-familial-societal-global-responsibility

silencings

how else can she explain

how/why

her eloquent-wordsmithing-doctorally-educated-driven

intrepidly-public-speaking-on-camera-exposing-her-greatest-shame

advocate-passionately-challenging-the-establishment

speaking-truth-to-power-for-a-cause

self

falters

when she tries to say

calm-matter-of-fact-determined-insisting-it-be-honored

“I need this. I deserve this.”

…silenced.


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

DON’T BLAME ME, I VOTED FOR VERMIN SUPREME

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[Poem and photo by Leah Mueller]

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I voted for a pint of my poems

on my door slightly before dusk,

and found them to be

extra kind to each other today.

I voted for a huge wave

of your profile picture,

with whom I was excited to

see my awkward pre-teen, years later.

I voted for $1,000 per month

helping me in an interesting niche market.

I voted for me with an hour.

This made me be exact.

I voted for a protest vote.

In fact, the skull looks nice.

I voted for a lot of lunacy.

I voted for Mother’s Day.

I voted for Hillary Clinton

in a cool video and wild music.

I voted for a product that my sister

built of automatic weapons,

on top of everything else.

I voted for a fine-toothed comb.

I voted for a hard rain.

I voted for legal marijuana, though.

I voted for me, but less bad,

for someone that

blatantly broke the law.

I voted for a couple more than an hour

layover/plane change in Salt Lake City.

I voted for her mouth,

and literally committed Treason

by students in such situations.

I voted for a sign

telling people not to say anything.

There is already chosen.

America is not quite normal.

And if you’re a Mean One,

in battle with firecrackers

until dawn.