War is bad. Sexism
is bad. Racism, homo-
phobia, classism, ageism,
meatism, donutism, boozism,
druggism…

there’s a poem behind this wall
somewhere, a lasting poem
smaller than a roach, big as
fun, charming as hip-hop or
blue suited SHARP, dogged
eared waiting for the next line…

chumpism, snarkism, lift every voice-
ism, jism’s too easy to use here
so it fits perfectly-ism, no more silence
in the face of anything difficultism…

someone has to say it: no more
evidence needed, give us instead word arrow, star finger
pointer, rumbledigger going deeper than
tactical, ditching up strategic faster than
imago can fly…

unitism, we ought to sing alike-ism,
comparisonism…

is anyone an individual anymore? drop
a pop reference like an ID card. let me
show you my space. no different face worth
bothering with…

let it bobism, cunnilinguism, narrowism, buy
your way to godism, growthism, wombism…

Christ, it’s always been so:
everything bad stands up against poetry…so,
fight back: do you know how to fire a poem
that shows me
you?