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
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
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
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 Gargoyle, Main Street Rag, New Delta Review, MiPOesias, Blue Mountain Review, Canary Eco, Military Experience and the Arts, Brooklyn Review, San Francisco Magazine, and Los Angeles Review. KADDISH 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).
For more of Gerard Sarnat's work, check out his website at gerardsarnat.com