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The horrowshow Milkbar

also known now as the best mesto

for my droogs and me,

where, “What’s it going to be then, eh”

is the question repeated

by malchicks and devotchkas …

any random nochy with a thirst

for twenty-to-one, or any other

way to filly out the bezoomny

we feel trapped in the old mozg.

 

Bog himself knows the starry lewdies

try everything they can to escape

their grazzy cheepooka. They

have different ways of lying

about the jeezny, my brother.

 

But if you viddy their glazzies

after a few rounds of their

favorite poisons, behind their guffs

and ha ha ha creeches

you’ll hear from their poogly rot

what sounds like a hound and horny

excuse for why they wake up every

morning to ookadeet their domy and drat

for the measly hem-korm in their pockets …

why they rabbit until their plots

fall apart and are left with nothing

but to itty or take in

the last unending spatchka.

 

It’s why we’re showing mercy, my brother,

and a beautiful thing, kleb and krovvy,

when we take these broken vecks

out back to bend ’em at their altar

in the darkness of the alley

and smash them in the litso —

make a mark in the rassoodock,

so it plays like a shoomny sneety,

like a scene we’d see at the sinny.

 

It’s the only way to prod a bratty.

 

* Inspired by a student who invited me to read and discuss A Clockwork Orange with him.

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Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.

You still hear their echoes inside of books.

Heroes are killed, and they never come back.

 

Stepped to the front and took lead of the pack.

Out of the valley and onto the brooks.

Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.

 

Believed in defense, but not first attack,

avoiding the jabs, the crosses and hooks.

Bullets kill heroes, and they never come back.

 

Tried to save Rome from the sieve and the sack,

warning the people of liars and crooks.

Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.

 

Were placed center stage and then on the rack;

received with suspicions and sideways looks.

Villains kill heroes, and they never come back.

 

Their efforts and names are fading to black,

for whatever they said has been mistook.

Martin and Malcolm and Bobby and Jack.

People kill heroes, then they want them back.

 

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2016. All rights reserved.

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(for my students & my sons)

…..

Be strong and dare to dream;

……….your life is more than what it seems.

Be good, be well, be nice;

……….these things you don’t consider twice.

Be calm, be fit, be smart;

……….take careful measure from where you start.

Be brave, be kind, be wise;

……….learn to tell the truth, even when disguised.

Be fair, be just, be true;

……….these things with time, get harder to do.

Be strange, unique and pure;

……….keep people guessing what else is in store.

Be bright, alive and … smile.

……….recall our lives, are but a while.

 ……….

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2014. All rights reserved.

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Someone commented that,

“poetry is dead”

I wrote back,

“do you have any words left in your head?”

They then said,

“no, they’re all born in my mouth”

I wrote back,

“that’s what poetry’s about.”

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2013. All rights reserved

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what stands between us

are just cross and crescent

as walls in our minds

stars and sentences

that seemingly align

stands between us

the same things

that seem to define

between us

what’s yours

what’s mine

us

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2013. All rights reserved.

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Stop calling people you don’t like thugs.

Stop beating on unions and workers.

.

Stop saying shit like,

…..“the good old days”

…..“traditional America”

…..“real Patriots”

…..“leeches and parasites”

…..“free condoms”

.

Stop putting the words

“rape” and “incest” and

“god” and “abortion”

in any combination,

in the same sentence,

anywhere, anytime.

.

Stop thinking of white picket fences

or white bread or white rice.

.

Stop thinking of brown people

as white elephants.

.

Stop thinking that history

is only Greece and Rome

and Jews and Christ

the Renaissance

Chris Columbus

Plymouth Rock

The War of 1776

the Civil War

WWs I & II

Reagan

Bush

War

and

War

and

War

and

War.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2012. All rights reserved.

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race is not

just a lie …

but a horrible tangle

that needs be decried

 .

needs be split open

set in the sun

put out to dry

for now it is

a dirty, slimy, rotting knot

of pus leaking snot

of old blood clotted

spotting and spitting

unwitting thoughts and beliefs

leaking into our lives

and our dreams

.

a cancerous meme

made stronger in waves

and on screens

depicted for what “it”

can mean … but it’s not

it’s a lie

 .

it’s a colorful twist

on how we are made

to survive

a spiraling joke

from a helix

that shows we’re

99 percent the same

on the inside

 .

race, is a lie

and always has been, now

we need wash our hands

and our mind of its sin

we cannot carry

that load,

lest we implode.

.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2012. All rights reserved.

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