Ajax Kallistrate

i bathe
in that moist
envelope, that blur
about that most poisonous
star, that progenitor, that
devilish singer of flesh,
that roaster of green
underlings in red
and black on a
cosmic timer
-ding!-
and the
unfolding folds
back again beneath
a clotted layer of
eyeless love
piercing
a hole
through
the gray
sky.

July 8, 2023

and
the communists,
the Marxists,
the Maoists,
the Democrats,
the progressives,
the liberals,
the activists,
the SJWs,
said
sterilize
the children

and the mothers,
the teachers,
the librarians,
the school boards,
the nurses,
the doctors,
the politicians,
the journalists,
the bankers,
the billionaires,
said
sterilize
the children

and the pediatricians,
the surgeons,
the insurance companies,
the advocacy groups,
the social media super stars,
the mockingbird media,
said
sterilize
the children

and the children's hospitals became
abattoirs

and the great chimneys belched out the
choking black dust of human
medical waste,
a smog,
a blight
of loss and grief

futurity,
family,
health,
wealth,
happiness,
bonds of love
and renewal

excised like
tumors from the
bodies of girls and boys
prostrate beneath
needles and scalpels
and chemicals

human wreckage

carved open,
spilt,
split
by
greedy
opportunists
ideologues
psychopaths,

all cheered on
by
WOMEN

captured by
their own toxic empathy,
feminine hyper emotive savagery
that bypasses the circuitry of logic,
perspective, suspicion,
and

the communists said

talk to the children
about sex,

introduce them,
make them comfortable,
groom them,
and

the teachers taught the seven-year-olds
about having sex in the 'booty hole,'
and

Planned Parenthood brought cartoon
flashcards with an ABC's of filth and
kink,
and

school libraries, led by
the Marxist head of the ALA,
proudly showcased books
that openly supported
pedophilia,

"Don't judge," said one teacher to her class.
"Don't judge someone just because they want to have sex with a five year old."

and
every drawing of a little girl
is marred by radical mastectomy scars,

and
every glossary is filled with the language of
obscure sexual deviancy, sexual acts
their parents have probably never
heard of, much less performed,

those parents,
those primal figures,
those males and females,
those work-a-day normies
parasitized by infertile dead-end
unproductive duplicate couplings,

the homosexuals,
the gays,
the lesbians,
the LGBTQ+pedo,

the social super PAC that
stole the show, that wanted
equal rights, then special rights,
that captured the empathetic heart-
strings of America's overeducated youth,
that drag queened the Overton window
wide open, that repackaged sexual acts
into an identity of persecution, then
character, then family, an emblem
of catastrophic unfairness that
only a sociopath could look
down upon with
disapproval

bigot!

that
populated
an army with the
daughters and sons of
mothers and fathers to
storm the ramparts of a
Christian nation for a picket
fenced illusion of normality
shrouded in vitro while
the outrage machine
rumbled on, the
billion dollar
bureaucratic
cog wheels
of

Human Rights Campaign
PFLAG
Stonewall

and
all the
other self-serving
bottom-feeder fat-cats
who couldn't step away from
the trough, who'd had a taste of
human flesh, who couldn't give up
their sow's ear purses, who'd quietly
added to their menu the children of a
country they hated, a country they'd
undermined at the very roots,
who'd turned the values of

family,
prosperity,
liberty,

into hate speech,
until the schools,
the governments,
the corporations,
the churches,
the banks,
split open
like
bloated cadavers
to spew a million serpents
to darken the green land with
the pastel flag of a vengeful
Pied Piper leading children
to the slaughterhouse
to be flayed alive,

girls
emptied
of uterus and breasts,
motherhood and future,

boys
castrated
into effeminate
eunuchs to serve
in the army of

death
disfigurement
discontinuity

ATROCITIES

who stands at the brink of
catastrophic loss and says NO

who steps between the butchers
and the babes and says NO

who kneels in sacrifice, for moral duty,
in clarity of obligation, for the
generations that follow,
and says NO

who says
not in my name,
not in my time,
not here
not now.

I say NO.

Do you?

July 8, 2023

art reveals the darkness;
children bring the light.

June 24, 2023

to be deserving
of your love is
to be doubly
blessed
to have
earned
your
trust
is
to live
overloaded
with love is
to shelter
in your
arms
is
to bloom
beneath the
steady gaze of
your unconquerable
heart.

June 14, 2023

the songs bring me
no joy
be-
cause
the songs don't know
the sky
has
fallen
and i have
no breath
to sing

May 22, 2023

to write is to feast.
i am hungry very
much
of the time.

May 5, 2023

i'm dreaming of a little house,
a little lawn, a little garden.

trees. crocus. daffodil bulbs.

creeping thyme, pots of rosemary
and basil. garlic. trellised beans
and tomatoes. corn in a good year,
squash if the climate allows.

a porch, a patio. grill. sunshade.
wind chimes. bird feeder.

me and you.

summer shimmer on the horizon.
drone of a single engine overhead. 

dandelions. blue and purple violets.
white clover. bees. hummingbirds.
robins and mourning doves.

a curtain lifting in the breeze.
settling there among life,
verdant life.

May 4, 2023

i live in small
spaces and love
with all my heart

March 14, 2023

are we all losers
here, collectively

collecting at the
industrial

drain catch, catch-
all for an economic

sink hole,

wholly here
for a pay-
check

checking a
disheartened

screen

screen-
ing another

offer offering
another

plateau of
work week
weakened

doing dust
collecting

while i write

poetry in
front of
an oil
fryer

April 3, 2023