Generation Q
He put his tail in his mouth and rolled
out of reality, because Trump told him to.
He wants to live in his own WandaVision world
where police are good, prices are fair, people
are white, and pandemics aren’t real.
He doesn’t call it hate. He’s been hurt.
Someone’s stolen an election, or his
American Dream, or Freedom. He’s poor.
He’ll never admit it. That wasn’t the plan.
Millenials, Mexicans, Democrats are to blame.
All he wants is not to be bothered,
to have walls built around him,
to be told soothing lies, to be safe,
to have everything be the way
it was supposed to be when he was a boy.
Introduction to Poetry: “It isn’t for want”
It was a lark. Some fun with a friend. The semester was over. We were blowing off steam. I had no idea anyone else would even see it.
It was a decade later. A dozen folks in a poetry workshop. We’d all brought one poem that first week, a poem that changed our lives. An older man
chose “It isn’t for want”. Cid Corman was why he was here, he said. Your introduction to poetry? In a way, he told us. Ten years ago
some damnfool had chalked that poem on the roof of a building he’d planned to jump from. So he went back downstairs and started writing.
Marc A. Drexler writes poetry in order to express with words what words cannot express and to explore what it means to be human in an inhumane world. He believes in the power of beauty. He has roots in Iowa but has lived in Maryland and DC since college. He is a member of the Earth Collective, a group of roughly 8 billion people who make all the decisions on how we interact with our planet.