Reading Torture III

Reading Torture III

Reading Torture III- I wrote this Poem, during the time of Bush, I look out the window and see the trees are red again, and these words speak to me again. We were ready then, but perhaps I was mistaken, and this is the autumn when we turn fascist. 


Reading Torture III


Constructing secret hopeless spaces.

Forcibly arranging

Sexual positions


Punching, slapping, kicking

Naked feet.


Threatening with rape

Actually raping


Threatening with a loaded 9mm pistol

Sodomizing with chemical light wands and broom sticks

Hanging people arms down

From the ceiling


Avoiding “the torture word”.

No blood no foul.




Images constructed to distract

Flood of rage

From cold machine


Plant seeds of winter. –


Children trained to know

Strangers murder

Cookies disguise razor blades

Kindness masks unnatural shark lust.


Also sex is death.




Beneath rich green

These leaves are dying


Is this the autumn we turn fascist?

Waiting on the path of dying birds

Waiting for Antarctica to melt




Naomi Julian

November 22, 2016 at 2:11 am - Reply

We will not turn fascist Avi! We will fight and we wii all support each other and Never be Silent! I just took a walk with my German friend and asked her what was the difference between Germany then and America now. And she said; there was no opposition, people didn’t stand up for each other. You know the quote: “they came for the communists but I was not a communist so I said nothing. Then they came for the labor unionists but I wasn’t a union man so I said nothing. Then they came for the Jews but I wasn’t a Jew so I said nothing. Then they came for me but there was no one left to speak for me!”

Charlotte Galper

January 20, 2017 at 11:24 am - Reply

Yes, these are scary times– not just frightening. Naomi’s comment gives me heart. We must brace ourselves to stand up– and if necessary fight — for each other as each opportunity arrives. And there will be many.

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