the news is used
to shape the views
of those who try
to stay in tune
by turning to
their favorite
stations
for their bits
of information
every shot and word
that’s spewed
is glue renewed
for building nations.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.
Guest artist Gabriel Toromoreno’s, Blu Boy …. acrylic on paper.
Copyright © gabriel toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.
at the parade of angels
held at an undisclosed location,
deep inside a bunker,
far from hell and heaven,
every winged creation
that had manifested in dream
or imagination
arrived to testify before the court of lords
on the state of our affairs
here on earth …
… and as each word
spilled from their mouths,
like water covering fields
extending to the horizons
in every known direction,
the hunger that the stories told,
of our desires to understand
the plans of those who organized
the whole event,
from every point and line that was attended to,
had broken down and drowned us
in such confusion;
that there was very little hope
the secret meeting place
could remain the same and
undetected too much longer.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.
This poem was written for the May 9th community event in Haverhill, MA. I want to thank Haverhill V.I.P. for inviting me to their 3rd annual march for a safer, more positive Haverhill. It was a wonderful show of solidarity and an example of self empowerment.
Now that we are all connected
can we declare once and for all
and forever ever that
what works best for me
may not be right for everyone else?
And that the same is true of you (plural)
and all your beliefs (super plural)
That maybe you’re part exotic cactus
that grows only on the rocky coasts of Aruba
and I am half moss from a crooked alley in Brooklyn.
That maybe looking out at the ocean
terrifies me the same way that you
can’t seem to warm up to chain link fences.
What I’m saying is that we should
agree that our own private histories
written on earth as events,
and stored in ourselves as memories,
twisted and told and encoded
as proteins genetically,
have manifested in ways
that affect how we
take shit in.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.
