By BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
In two works of poetry this week, Turner offers cogent observations on two phenomena, one that pretty much works as intended, and another enterprise that despite the wishes of many consistently and predictably goes awry.
it worksā¦
by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
spittle trickling from
the side of his mouth,
eyes rolling round like
pinballsā¦in his sweat-
beaded headā¦
they finally found
the vein they repeatedly
punctured his pin cushion,
high fructose-fattened flesh
searching for.
writhing,
moaning, jerking,
lurching, convulsingā
primitively strapped
to their updated,
horizontal, death device
dancing an obscene,
grotesque
Arkansas Shuffle:
assembly line murder
2 persons per dayā
1lāin half a week
Why such rush?
They must die before
the chemicals expire.
Who's Moving Who
by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
High on the hog, mule-
heads and handlers meet
in a Manhattan hotelā
Operatives, confidential informants,
Mouthpieces for fruit companies
and death squads hold courtā
Harnessing left motion
sliding
down
the
Hill
Feeling the Bern
Stop! In the name of love
Before you break my heart
Think it overā¦
The muleās a stubborn
kinda fellaāass
with big ears that
Hear your every word,
while hiding a mind
of his own
Many men and women
moved the mule
Leftā
years later, finding
They, themselves, moved
Rightā
running in placeā¦
mired in mule dungā
Whoās moving who?
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