Does sifting-through-dead-flies scholarship

to discover yet another quiddity of the matter

improve the world, 

right injustices suffered

At the hands of the

pumpkin-spice revolutionaries

their only heat,

Carried in their lattes?

Or is it probable that the question is

Too proletarian for cafe talk?



For what could they scapegoat

While placing their orders

And pretend to feel the pain

of the colors of the rainbow,

while all that is burning are

Their tongues?

©2016, Amaya Engleking



  1. annij67 · December 9, 2016

    I love this one! Thanks. It’s spicy.

    • Gospel Isosceles · December 9, 2016

      Louder than usual, that’s for sure. Hey, I like your recent artwork. Wish I lived closer.

  2. domainofshane23 · December 9, 2016

    And pretend to feel the pain of the colors of the rainbow…that’s awesome. And I really like the title

  3. Rob · December 9, 2016

    Sometimes I feel stupid when I read you. And then I re-read and I go “yes!” This is linguistic genius for me. You carried such a subtle metaphor with a tremendous meaning right on through. I absolutely adored:

    “pumpkin-spice revolutionaries
    their only heat,
    Carried in their lattes?”

    What a fantastic way to say what you had to say. Brilliant, truly.

    • Gospel Isosceles · December 12, 2016

      I first saw “pumpkin spice revolution” in a comment on an article on the ‘Very Smart Brothas’ website, and just about died. Inspiration all over the place, except (personally speaking) in coffee shops, clearly. Don’t know how intellectual this poem actually is, but it sure slams that type, don’t it?

      • Rob · December 12, 2016

        Yeah, this was really divine to read for sure. Great sex for the mind lol

  4. Chagall · December 12, 2016

    Brilliant. Some will reach aimlessly for yet another biscotti while pondering its content, and will pocket rather than leave their change in the tip jar. —CC P.S. If Pat O’Riley can trademark threepeat, you might consider doing the same for the title of this work – a portmanteau, no?

    • Gospel Isosceles · December 12, 2016

      Dude, i don’t care that you can name every molecule in the genetically-modified cranberries in that biscotti; if you’re not going to drop your change in the jar, then you have much to learn about real life and it’s not going to happen in that comfy chair in a debate with another Ph.D. candidate.

      A triple: Academocrazy

      But what good soul hasn’t gone a bit mad?

      • Chagall · December 12, 2016

        Hmm … was going to one-up and say Macademocrazy – a new kind of nut – but decided against it.

  5. paul scribbles · September 25

    I prefer the full version. It has more spice.

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  7. Harry Miller · September 25

    Okay, I’m cluing in.

  8. Gospel Isosceles · February 15

    Alex Yehorenkov’s response:

    “I like that. Reminds of Jim Morrison stuff. Just as imaginative as needed, no overcomplicated interdimensional methaphors of let’s-not-point-fingers and not 5-minute gilded concoctions of let’s-not-point-fingers.”

    (Writer’s Fight Club)

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