Raymond Nat Turner

Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
(OSCAR) Old Southern Californian Aryan Racketeers
25 Feb 2015
by Raymond Nat Turner “Hooray for Hollywood” Never meant Black folk no good…
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
My Wise Country Cousin on Legacies of the Two-Lie Crew…
18 Feb 2015
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner The DJ Commanduh and the Amazing AG “Gib us ‘bout as much just-us as de ropes, an’ de trees…”
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Super Bowl (Business, not personal…)
04 Feb 2015
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner Then comes this "Beast Mode,” this Marshawn Lynch cat, unpredictable Like Jazz, SILENCE, dead air stare, “I’m here so I won’t get fined,” 29 Times, like a…
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
I am Charlie…
28 Jan 2015
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner Slaughtering Vietnamese, Torturing Tunisians, murdering Moroccans and Algerians? Yeah, We know where West African bodies Are buried
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Herr come Count Ghouliani
15 Jan 2015
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner “Step right up, Get your 9-11 shirts and caps 9-11 speeches, photos, maps Controlled demolition DVDs Why, I even sell 9-11 PhDs
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Turn, turn, turn (For Pete)
07 Jan 2015
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner Class-‘wartime’ crime-fighters Would arrest serial killer— Killing every Tuesday— Drone Ranger, the next Time he rides his mule Into NYC, Kill list…
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Cuba sí, Jersey NO!
31 Dec 2014
by Raymond Nat Turner “When a thief kisses you, count your teeth.”—Yiddish
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Bloody hands of state
25 Dec 2014
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner Young and strong, marching All night long on search and Destroy missions, uprooting, Overturning, anything decayed
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
December Surprise (Class struggle trumps Trail of Tricks)
17 Dec 2014
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner With young, Black America’s sound New meaning to ‘boots on the ground!’ Like a ‘surge,’ chum-rushing the stage Declaring: The Ferguson Age!
Raymond Nat Turner , BAR poet-in-residence
Black lives matter…(Too much to pimp on the Trail of Tricks)
10 Dec 2014
by BAR poet-in-residence Raymond Nat Turner So, why’s the War House Hosting you, our brilliant Black, Brown, Tan babies? Why’s the War House serenading You with cognitive dissonant Doo-Wop ‘Mistrust…