Transquerulous: 200 Years After Walt Was Born


Editor's Note: Some of these passages feature heavy social/political themes, violent imagery, and mentions of rape.

RIP Walt Whitman

1. fuck my life

guilt my time 
is, younger bro 
error perished on 
borrowed chopper 
that day before I made 
it back home to Jerusalem 
last Passover - for this year 
the new non-stop flight from SF 
meant way easier with toddler tyke 
plus our beacon Ima had shut off, now's 
turned back on again littlest bits with a grin 
even laughs every once in a blue Israeli moon 
while Abba, drab cucumber he always appears, 
remains so inscrutable whether there's any grief, 
whilst younger sister, whom each parent has loved 
and will support although really deeply disappointed 
she was trans, seems their one mourning loneliest by far -- 
whereas baby girl of family, just completed some alternative 
to avoid military service, must be strong since both boys gone

2. Ginsbergian Successor Poems

i. Terrorists Are Our Time's Graffiti Artists.

Eyeball plucked out with a spoon, score a smiley on her torturer's mask.

For the aloof wife of a rebel leader, cracking up is a godsend.

Just fanatics and the hum of the frig which contains half-drunk sodas,

kaleidoscope on the fritz -- would give hubby up for a smoke, or two

--she woofs out, Ayman Zawahiri is Allen Ginsberg in disguise!

That queer Jew-dog ex-ad man's gray flannel suit's just what al Qaeda needs!

ii. Ex-Hassid's Chimeric Ginsbergoid Brooklyn

Tunnel of weirdnesses some like my once leontine cousin 
enter while other serpent-tailed imps 
exit -- dropping tiny kazoos in shofars, 
they form their new old-fangled klezmer band of golems.


iii. Rich & Happy Perpetrator's Victims

Cisterns of oppositional kinky spindle 
Repair towards earth balcony smoking 
Then proceed into crisis of late-stage 
Nukes-climate-bioterror apocalypses: 
Flippant — 
There is an urge to indulge in badness. 

3. Prospecti and Perspectives

For U.S. Growth Industry Investments

Life is just a bowl of cherries 
now discarded by rich folk 
rotting in this city dump 
to our immediate left

or forced first time anal sex 
in a primarily dark people 
county penitentiary cell 
to that excremento right

or simply good old-fashioned 
man-rapes-child happening 
all the time in homeless 
camps tucked between

where your or my vets, mentally ill, 
addicted, unemployed brethren 
can't cope get flushed down 
expanding for-profit toilets.

Gerard Sarnat is a physician who’s built/staffed homeless clinics as well as a Stanford professor/healthcare CEO. Gerry's been nominated for Pushcarts plus Best of the Net Awards. He is widely published beyond medical in academic journals such as including by Oberlin, Brown, Columbia, Virginia Commonwealth, Johns Hopkins, Wesleyan and in GargoyleMain Street RagNew Delta ReviewMiPOesiasBlue Mountain ReviewCanary EcoMilitary Experience and the ArtsBrooklyn ReviewSan Francisco Magazine, and Los Angeles ReviewKADDISH FOR COUNTRY was selected for pamphlet distribution on Inauguration Day nationwide. “Amber Of Memory” was the single poem chosen for his 50th Harvard reunion Dylan symposium.

Collections: Homeless Chronicles (2010), Disputes (2012), 17s (2014), and Melting the Ice King (2016).

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