V.20 No.36 | September 8 - 14, 2011 

Culture Shock

Ten Years Later

The Alibi requested poems, written from any angle, for the 10 th anniversary of 9/11. This is a cross-section of the offerings.

“City Blues”

Into the great blue lonely

Cold morning, the sun hidden

But for a moue’ on the clouds

In the gutter, a cigarette

Rides along, buoyed by

A crushed lipstick print.

The attempted lift, a weight

Of sorrow, of exhaustion

Through the cold, the sun

Attempts to rise

Above the mountain

To light the concrete

Dry the morning sidewalks

Call the street sweeper

To prepare the day for

Civilized souls and business

All the comings and goings

Of wingtips and high heels

And elevator rides up to nowhere.

(Georgia Santa-Maria)


no plane hole in sight

points to duh an inside job

fuck the government

those who knew now dead

detonation so precise

witnesses flew free

ah sweet victimhood

innocence in red white blue

your Spring blood bouquet

what makes us believe

our truths too hard to conceive

lies fall down in dust

the bad guys got us

how to get them back?

truths buried at sea

Of course you know where

Clinton said of Osama

oh she caught the shit

war toys for boys yeah

don’t tell me war’s passé

it’s hard cash, hon bun

drone bombs, time bombs, jobs

un be fuck ing leave able

still kill kill killing

educate yourself

check the timeline

detonation bombs

too hard to believe?

Bush would kill us for profit?

Bush and co. love war

Bush Rove Wolfowitz

The Hague indicts for war crimes

Rumsfeld Cheney too

(Merimee Moffitt)

“5/16/02... 8 months later”

i served during peacetime

never had to take the point

on a real patrol

but now i know what it's like

to see every crack in the


to study strangers approaching me

from afar and gauge how close

is close enough

i hear barking dogs from 3 blocks away

and ask why

in public places i sit facing the door

anticipate the look that says


the icy gaze raising up to God

just before the unleashing of hell

on earth

at night i dream

of silver pterodactyls

blinded by the sun

circling for a place

to land

and angels

angels falling from the sky

with singed wings

(Richard Vargas)

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