Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Alternative Facts


Women are breeding stock. All Blacks are thugs.
Immigrants rape six white girls every day.
Cities are ghetto swamps of crime and drugs
And those who live there look the other way.

A book can still be read after you've burned it.
Saying "Me first!" is generosity.
The poor don't just deserve to die—they've earned it.
Elective subjugation makes you free.

Nuclear war will be a bloodless scrimmage.
Planet Earth will stay cool when it's de-iced.
A white male God made bankers in His image.
One of the Founding Fathers: Jesus Christ.

Today's illegal act is the last straw
And Presidents are not above the law.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Why We March

We march because we're targets if we stand.
We march because our hearts are weaponized.
We march to draw a line in Hatred's sand
That says we won't be fooled or victimized.

We march because our saints end up like Joan
Or get called sinners by old men in Texas.
We march because the bodies that we own
Are sacrosanct, no matter what our sex is.

We march in hope because despair is cheap.
We march on fire because the dark has grown.
We march in love because our hearts won't sleep.
We march together. We are not alone.

We march to shine a light, guiding and clear,
Against the fog of ignorance and fear.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells
written 1/21/17 on the B61 bus to the Women's March in Washington DC

Friday, January 13, 2017

My Love

His love is all possession and control.
   My love is help and generosity.
His kisses touch your skin and not your soul.
   Mine start with soul and seek transcendency.
His love sees how you look, mine who you are.
   His love is deep, but shallow next to mine.
His love is warm, but mine’s a blazing star.
   Mine sees an equal, his a concubine.
His love may stand tall now, but it will slouch
   Till derring-don’t replaces derring-do.
His love will wind up sitting on the couch
   And stare at quarterbacks instead of you.
      Mine is a love that bleeds, but never mourns,
      Because I even love you for your thorns.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Lies, Inc.

Lies are the Lugers of our Overlords
Like whining’s the champagne of the uncouth.
Each time a blatant falsehood treads the boards,
Fact-checking it makes it a form of truth.

Testing a forgery will make it real.
Exposing counterfeits proclaims their worth.
And when, not what you know, but how you feel
Is gospel, we are beasts on a flat earth.

The truth once shamed our devils; now they laugh.
The truth once made us free; now it’s our jail.
We dug its grave and wrote its epitaph:
“We loved the facts, but wed the fairy tale.”

Lies are straightforward bullets none survive
Unless they swear that two and two are five.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

Friday, January 6, 2017

2016 Report Card


Movies           55
Theatre          62
Readings (attended)     22
Music          32
Classical Music   3
Choir                 3
Dance           5
Cabaret        3
Lectures        1
Art/Gallery/Museums        5
Photo Exhibitions           7
Book Award Ceremonies         1
War Correspondent Conversations       1

COMIC BOOKS        10

Graphic novels for friends’ kids   15


Aaron Burr Related     2
American History        1
Classics                     3
Elizabethan History     2
Fantasy                     4
Fiction                     14
Film Criticism            9
Humor                       6
Marlowe Related         2
Mystery                      6
Mythology                  2
Noir                           1
Non-Fiction                 5
Occult                        5
Philosophy                 2
Plays                       24
Politics                      8
Reference                  2
Science Fiction           4
Shakespeare Related      5
Theatre Criticism            9
Thriller                       1
Westerns                  10
Womens Studies          2


Film         2
Literary              3
London Review of Books   15
New York Review of Books        16
Poetry              11
Political             7

DVD’S       26

CDs                                      8
MP3 Albums (non-Techno)    12
MP3 Albums (Techno)           19
MP3 Albums (Xmas)              11 


Poetry Readings Given (headliner)                0
Poetry Readings Given (open mike)              4 

Plays I Wrote That Got Performed                 0
Plays I Wrote That Got A Reading                  3

Theatre Festivals Attended            1 

Novels        0
Memoirs about closed bars        1
        Full Length               3
        One-Act                   2
        Ten Minute               8

Stories         1

        Sonnets    239
        Poems       17
        Satires        3

Poems Written That Still Need Work      21

Poetry Collections         1 (privately printed; single copy)

In-Progress/Unfinished/Ideas      157

Submissions          38
Acceptances            0
Rejections received from 2015 Submissions     17
Rejections received from 2016 Submissions     15
Responses I don’t ever expect to get from 2015 submissions 21
Responses pending from 2016 submissions         23


Anchor Steam            2
Blue Point Ale            2
Bronx Brewery Pale Ale   1
Brooklyn Lager         20
Bud Light             3
Cleopatra IPA       2
Corona               13
Dos Equis            3
Dunkel                8
Guinness         137
Heineken           12
Lone Star           4
Narragansett       2
Newcastle          1
Nitro Stout         2
Old Speckled Hen       2
PBR           1
Route of All Evil Black Ale            3
Sapporo             2
Sierra Nevada              2
Tecate               12
West End Brews      6



Burgogne           3
Cabernet Sauvignon: glasses           40
Cabernet Sauvignon: bottles              6
Cote du Rhone                6
Malbec               19
Merlot                 2
Pinot Noir           23
Proseco              10
Rioja                    2
Rose                  30
Valpolicella           3


Baby Brother              5
Brooklyn Eagle            1
Jameson's                 52 (!)
Jameson’s & Coke        2
Spiced Rum                20
Talisker                      16


Bloody Mary          3
Margarita               6
Moscow Mule          4
Patron shots          7
Pear Martini           2
Sake  bottles          4
Vodka with pink lemonade     2
Vodka Cranberry           3


Cannabis Sativa   3


Bowling       1

Neurotic Attractions 1 
Honest To God Attractions    1
(Not like it did me any good. Fucking 2016. See below.)

New Soul Mates Met      2

Resolutions Made:     4
Resolutions Kept:      2

All-Nighters              6
Days Lost After All-Nighters       5

Working Days of Drinking (8 hours plus; not including all-nighters)      7
Hangovers     2

Nights on the town with a fetish model       0
Dinners in LA with a fetish model               1

Drinks at secret bars                4

Number of friends who voted for Trump        2
Number of Trump-voting friends who de-friended me because I wrote anti-Trump sonnets       1

Number of times mistaken for Giorgio Moroder   6
Number of times I told pretty women I wasn’t Giorgio Moroder    0
Number of times I talked in an Italian accent when mistaken for Giorgio Moroder   6

Separated at birth

Number of women who cried on my shoulder: 4
        In the street         1
        In her living room    1
        In a dive bar         2

Confessions of love received   0
Confessions of love given     1
Rejections of confessions of love given   1
Vows never to fall in love again        1
Vows I expect to be broken in 2017     1

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Life In 14 Lines - 19

I share my body with an egotist
Who thinks that life and love owe him a debt.
He's half self-centered dick, half masochist,
And all I hate about the way I get.

When someone else comes first, he cries "Unfair!"
He's generous so he'll be deified.
Unless you worship him, you just don't care.
Unless he's wounded, then it isn't pride.

He dreams of shouting what can't be unsaid.
When it comes to resentment, he's a whiz.
I choke him and he comes back from the dead.
He sees the worst because that's what he is:

Jealous, malevolent, melodramatic,
My heart's dark twin—the madman in my attic.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Welcome To Trump's America

Elections are a bitch who’ll only say
She loves you so that she can get you hard
Or wet—and when you’re fucked, she’ll flit away
And give you nothing but her disregard.

Government is a rich self-centered ass
Who’s never touched a doorknob in his life,
Demands subservience each time he’s crass,
And treats the people like a trophy wife.

Democracy’s a corporate enterprise
Where hope is cultivated by degrees
By vassals overworked under the eyes
Of hoods, collaborators, and Legrees.

Freedom’s the bone on which our guard dogs teethe
While huddled masses pay for air to breathe.

Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells