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United Healthcare CEO Killed by Tips of Two Enormous Icebergs Colliding Outside 6th Avenue NYC Hotel

This is the story of a small town valedictorian who did everything America asks for in a son, and became the best of the best, Brian Thompson, the United Healthcare CEO brought down to the sidewalk by a bullet in his back and another in his leg. America prepares the best of the best, competitionContinue reading “United Healthcare CEO Killed by Tips of Two Enormous Icebergs Colliding Outside 6th Avenue NYC Hotel”

The Coup d’Etat Was Televised

Neither this poem, nor much of modern American culture would be possible without Gil Scott Heron, to whom this is dedicated, and from whom the premise is appropriated. -ChrisYou did watch right at homeYou did turn on, log in, and cop outYou did find yourself on television, on your laptop and on your phoneand youContinue reading “The Coup d’Etat Was Televised”

Built Ford Tough

I clearly remember learning about Hitler and the Nazis and the Holocaust for the first time, I believe in 5th grade while studying world history. I think my teacher was Mrs. MacClennan, and I remember learning about the fertile crescent of Mesopotamia from her, and also about FDR and the New Deal from her. IContinue reading “Built Ford Tough”

I Almost Got Scammed Last Week

I got scammed last week. Well, I almost got scammed. I realized it was a scam before it was too late. Interesting story, because it was just a day before America got scammed. Because these two things happened so close together, and because I love you America, I want to show you what I didContinue reading “I Almost Got Scammed Last Week”

Aren’t I Proud?

for Brian Aren’t I proud as he walks byaren’t I proud as I say hito the man whose nameI haven’t asked,though I’ve wondered about him after he’s passedThe Smelly Man we’ve named himas we see him at the store,as we see him paused on the street,catching his beathdressed for cold in the heatSilently screaming olefactoryContinue reading “Aren’t I Proud?”

Everytime You Drive Home I Think of the Color of Your Skin

Everytime you arrive I’ve been thinking of your smileAnd everytime you arrive I’ve been thinking of your eyes and how you smell the feeling of your arms around me about conversations on Cy Twombly and The Frye and The Broad and basements of museums and churches and what it was like what happened and whatContinue reading “Everytime You Drive Home I Think of the Color of Your Skin”

Happiness is Warm Florida Sand

Bury me right up to my neckin the warm Florida sand,where I feel safewhere I get a tanWhere no one can do nothingto upset my feelingsas pure as this sandin which I’m buried,right up to my neck,and from which I sprout,like a leggy tree, out of the holewhere I’ve put my head,before I was buriedContinue reading “Happiness is Warm Florida Sand”