Muscular Poetry 2020
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Kemo Chen is a journalist, adventurer, contrarian, and endurance athlete. He has rubbed shoulders with America’s Cup winners, moguls, and fighting men from the Golan to Chechnya. He’s traveled from the caves of Qumran to the streets of Xinjiang. An advocate of men realizing their potential and encouraging them to find the poet within.
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MUSCULAR POETRY
2020
I never met a man I didn’t like
Will Rogers 1926
I never met a man who wasn’t a poet.
All of us are inside. There are feelings, images, furies wanting to emerge, awaiting a creative spark that sets them afire.
Muscular Poetry is the expression, in writing, of those feelings. They are not of one nature, or one voice, but what any man might say, if given the opportunity to simply sit down and write it out.
It is not some magical pursuit or the words of some soft handed man. This is poetry of real life, and you will recognize the themes. Nothing far – fetched or out of any man’s intellectual reach from page to page. It is the grit of things, the grind of living a man’s life in the modern era.
And, this volume is composed in a classic year, where everything seems misplaced, unbalanced and right and wrong reversed, or so it appears.
2020 brings virus, riots, shouts for justice, for some, coercion for others. And, an election looms dividing all thoughts, allowing reason to exit our psyche, replaced by loathing and fear of what’s next.
A perfect year for poetry. Enough angst, storms, and ambiguity to generate hundreds of poems written as a therapy, so one can ever sleep.
The great beat poet, Michael McClure, who was a iterant tough guy of the beats famously remarked, Poetry is a muscular principal, there is no logic, but sequences of feelings
And, so these feelings are for you. You may share them, hate them, spit them out, and throw the damn book at someone. But, there are enough authentic feelings here to capture your whimsy.
Read through it as you will. Pick a title or two. Take a year or more to read them, and I hope it encourages you to write your own. Become a Muscular Poet, you certainly, can’t do any worse, and if it satisfies something rumbling inside you, you will be better for it.
There is a poet inside of you, exercise your right to express it.
Kemo Chen
2020
THE POEMS
RECOMMENDED DOSAGE: THREE A DAY WITH MEALS
MORE AT YOUR PERIL
Masked Nation
Where the Hell am I
Statue for an Assassin
Past Your Prime
Morning Comes Too Soon
Karen Has Lost Her Keys
Unkindest Cut of All
Tattoo and Lipstick
Mulatto Will, Died Free
The Big O
So You Want To Be 100
What is It About Sunsets in the Fall
And Then The Forces Come
Chin Down World
No Explanation Needed
He Painted Her In One Day
Between Spasms
On the Judgment of the Sun at a Feast of Saturn
Just Another Night at the 7 -11
Dust to Dust
A Life Undone
A Mean and Foul Mood
A Stand Up Guy
Thank You Queen Vashti
Is that the Mayor Masturbating?
Let’s Throw Pop’s on A Compost Heap
Where has all the Anger Gone
What Haji Hamid Knows
Drinking Piss at 5 am
57th and Lex
When Good Men Die
A Philosophy Student
So Self Assured at Five Foot Four
Nothing Left in Aisle 3
A Naked and Bloody Woman
Thermidor Always Comes
We are Not Alone
It Takes A Sofa
When I Go
What They Did to That Little Girl
Woman in the Short Black Dress
The Forces As They Are
Oh, You Can Wait In Line
On the Way to Emptiness
They Poach Rhino’s Don’t They
Sequoia
Abandoned but Not Forgotten
Coincidence Masquerading as Clairvoyance
The Big O Ain’t So Big Anymore
The Life You’re Living
The Last Time I Heard From Keyboard Johnny
Wanna Have a Catch
In The Rearview Mirror
Life without a Smile
Layoffs
Scorcese Can Direct
There are Crumbs on the Notepad
So This is Dystopia
Swimming in a Lake of Lye
Unintended Consequence
What Pain Have I
When the World Crashes In
Don’t Take Me In Spring
A Shed On A Pond
The Wooden Sword
Fanfare for The Common Man
An Afternoon at the Chestnut Tree Café
Desert Tower
I Remember Polio
Slipping Away
Scars
A First Date
The Duke’s Horse
One Finger Snap or Two Away
Conventional Wisdom
Is It Enough
Who Can Explain It
Lingulodinium Polyedra
What Tyrants Do
Petty Misery
Living the Impasto Life
Getting Laid in Frankfurt
Brother Muscato’s Dump
Setbacks
Life Between Spasms
What Tatiana Knows
Charles Atlas Days
Bare Naked Face
A Place to Hide
Three Gun Joe
Whittling Away
Tiger Mike
The Soap Knows
Hall of Mirrors
California Uprising
Where Has Silence Gone
Papa Joe
No More Bridges
You Are Not What You Do
Don’t Tell Me What to Fear
Acid Attack
Sometimes It is all You Can Take
Never Learned to Party
Turn The Red Lights On
No Legacy Here
May Ends
Riots Never End
8:46
Can’t Go with the Flow
Where’s Norgay
Where the Hell are they Taking Frank?
Where Did My Id Go?
Black Power
The Beast of Kavos is Free
Far From Where You Thought You’d Be
Woke A Topia
Nihilists Need Cowards to Survive
They Topple Statues Don’t They?
Where can You Go?
Chazocracy
M87 and the Shore
Shame Patrol
Prescription for a Deep Sleep
Who Cries for Sarah
So Far Away from Whoever You Really Are
It’s all Horseshit
A Virus was Not the Contagion
Let’s Not Forget Jesus
This Ain’t Anarchy
You Must See The World Through A Poet’s Eyes
MASKED NATION
36272.pngI have masks everywhere
Glove compartment, under the pillow,
Office drawers, near the bloody razor,
In the trunk by the shotgun, by the night light,
Hung over a burned out Xmas candle
Of all hues
Light green mostly
Serious black and Navy blue
A green one made by the girl down the hall
Cowboy bandanas of assorted prints
Black and white
my favorite desperado style
Red, white and blue, patriotic too
And an old Hawaiian shirt I cut up just to
Make do
Never wore one
Before to keep out microns,
droplets, spiked molecules, common spit
and exotic spores
pulled up scarfs in deserts, on long hikes to
distant oasis
had an olive drab one hiked up to my goggles
in the Sinai on a half -track with the IDF
now here we all are, in this horror film
of a Wuhan creation, nation masked
halted without solution, cowering,
praying for the day the masks can all come
off
There are people with fright masks who have a conceit
they are unlike the rest of us
pretending that they are only about equality and
justice, after years of inequity
laudable, masque
then there is the mask of fright
as they scream
about only our masque of racism, they say we wear
the mask of tolerance we don, even as they intone
our society is to blame and ultimately doomed
take off the masks of equality and of majority rule
be bare faced before a new masked mob
who studies Karl, and Cleaver, loves Farrakhan
and Palestinians too
and please take off that masque that pretends it is not the
Jews
No one who is sane is bold
Forward thinking behind one
Angry men, fuming women,
Unloved, misbegotten, violent
Unrepentant delinquents
Find the mask a shield,
reinforcing
anonymity
I have no mask of play to discard
Sammy Davis’ way
Still flawed in my own way
With no more shadows that surround me than
Any other man
Perhaps the masks provide a unity
of purpose, without them we go about
our day to day, isolated, atomized, disconnected
from what must be next
behind the barriers
we are all a bit afraid
hoping for some good news
that the virus will just go away or
there is a Dr. Salk somewhere who has the
cure
and we can speak out again without being
coerced into keeping our opinions deep inside and
let the world see us for what we are
WHERE THE HELL AM I
36272.pngYo, Cosmo
Is this Oceania, is that Big Brother over there?
or am I dreaming with Alice just the moment before
she falls through the rabbit hole?
Louise at the 7-11 is screaming at a really rangy desperado
To put on mask, and he is not yelling back, just tapping
on a looking glass at a pick six, and pointing to a pack
of Cools…
I want the green ones, bitch
A Sikh comes out from the back and drags him out of the place
Louise cries
Manny is out for a bagel, some schmear and two eggs, sunny side up
Had it every morning at 10:30 at Cantor’s for twelve years
Man with a bullhorn and a black and silver Louisville slugger
Yells at Manny
you racist white, pig, you white scum
All Manny wants are his damn eggs
A cop takes the black protestor outside and is taunted by a crowd
of megaphone man’s buddies taking photos for their phones
No justice No deli
Wacko health experts shut down Amerika all of it
So 5% die, won’t overwhelm the system
Everybody else who gets the virus scourge, lives
Some get nothing, others a bad flu
So given the choice of grandma dies, or going on welfare?
You choose?
Let’s put 60 million out of work, tube the economy,
And print a few trillion dollars to save the people,
they just put out of work
can you get away with that normally
in 1968, a million or so died globally
call it 200 thousand here at home
but nothing stopped, life went on
Of course we had a full plate of things
Vietnam, MLK and JFK murdered, and
the riots in Chicago, marches in the streets for justice
that was not ambiguous, get out of Vietnam
nothing stopped, everyone knew the docs had no clue
until a vaccine showed up of stemming the tide
and we got used to people dying
tell me I’m not a character on page 193 of a dystopian novel
people carry signs down Fifth Avenue,
Defund the Police
Abolish the Police
And knucklehead politicians think it’s a fine notion to cut
Half a billion
as a six year old is shot dead in Chicago and a 17 year old
Is murdered in Washington Heights, by other folks of the same race
Not a cop in sight
And who chants
No cops no Safety, No cops no peace
Nobody
Big Brother is not invented, by a false decree
He is the cognoscenti, a lib, radical coalition that demands
You adopt their ways or else
Coercion reigns, free speech decayed
The constitution rearranged until it does not matter
What rights you have today, unless they are
Syncopated