One Size Fits All


advertise, commercialize, consumerize,

supersize, downsize, computerize,

digitize, dot compromise,

televise superficial gals and guys,

so we can

fantasize, romanticize, glamorize,

tantalize, eroticize our hum drum lives.


monetize, industrialize, globalize,

monopolize, bureaucratize,

hire CEO’s that scandalize,

(steal $1thousand and we criminalize,

steal $1million and we penalize,

steal $1billion and we aggrandize).


militarize, destabilize, brutalize,

demonize, victimize,

it’s us or them dichotomize,

(that’s just how we Americanize),

elect politicians who tell us lies,

refuse to use our minds and eyes,

willingly de-democratize,

don’t ask any how’s or why’s,

do you want that with fries?


evangelize to Christianize

those heathen non-consumers

so as to legitimize

our greed in religious disguise.

Do we wonder why they terrorize?

Now we’ll always

fly unfriendly skies.


who would Wal-Martize

the earth until nothing

is left to franchise,

must realize

it’s humanity’s future we compromise.

Will our grandchildren

look back on us and despise?


by Michael Baldwin

Michael Baldwin is a native of Fort Worth, TX. He holds a BA in Political Science, a Masters in Library Science, and a Masters in Public Administration. He was a library administrator and professor of American Government until he wasn’t. He has been published extensively in poetry journals and anthologies. His poetry was featured on the national radio program The Romantic Hours and has twice been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He won the Eakin Manuscript award in 2011 for his book, Scapes. He won the Morris Memorial Chapbook Award in 2012, for Counting Backward From Infinity. His book of Texas poetry, Lone Star Heart, was published by Lamar University Press in 2016. Mr. Baldwin has also published a mystery thriller novel, Murder Music, and two collections of science-fiction short stories, Passing Strange, and Surpassing Strange. Mr. Baldwin resides in Benbrook, TX.


i carry infection in saliva

like a point of pride


see, my city reeks of bone

tall skeleton skyscrapers

i’m numb again


as dental drill enters me

year after year


what birthed my decays?


raised to desire new

wants every day


wanting even wanting


my dad worked at a ford factory

after the great depression


churned out a new kid

every few years


seasons of rust

spreading on steel


here’s the sunset

he’d wake us to say &


spend the days molding

the yard

rough hands on saw


that was satisfactory

to him


for me oaks are cold towers &

grass not godmade


took a clump in my mouth

from the graveyard as a child &


i swear i tasted


but could not digest it


i’m but a skeleton


all life’s experiences

slip through me


masticating childhood

no pondering

the future with mom and dad


scooping fries at ponderosa &


we’d always go for seconds &


mint ice cream after



by James Croal Jackson

James Croal Jackson is the author of The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017). His poetry has appeared in Rattle, Columbia Journal, Hobart, and elsewhere. He edits The Mantle, a poetry journal, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Find more at

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