Wikipedia Poem, No. 831
in which the heart finds warmth in chicago learns stupid juvenile joy cracks the system perpetuating odds in which
in which the heart finds warmth in chicago learns stupid juvenile joy cracks the system perpetuating odds in which
i will tell you again
poems youth against beauty
like a rare monster swinging at frip cotillion
strangled and carved-out facepaint
remain the age you are young
never leave the burning barn
that was your ward: green bottles strangle southside
the monster’s fine gold drum hair
i told you it’s a monster that deserves
to live unmolested of designer label
again i will tell you
poems beauty against youth
like endimanché bashes the thin rocky air
melts flashbang-marsh rags rashborn ensemble
pearlescent veyron white of el niño breathsnape
menthol siphonophore spiked colonial red band
blue for the family bucket the barn was born
scrape that chicago polyriddim outta my helmet
it’s a monster that deserves to live
unmolested of designer label i told you this
his family had moved heart treated where with the infirm by pretension or even hunger worthless of his family had moved heart treated minorities including Superemedies including more drinking cold-all the powers including more drinking Supreme Court of Virginia was and cleansed the symptoms the firm by pretentious Scalia more drinking and treated all the symptoms other unexplained and cleansed and attended powers including and cleansed where his family had moved heart disorder to Chicago where with the firm powers including more drinking cold-all the interpretation or even worthless terror
You say
puff pastry you say
tax credit is a bulldog
by now she’s
probably lost in traffic
skin darker than guns
my father’s obsessed
it will be hungry
that guy who
makes hot sauce
climbs up my forefinger and into
whatever the girls’ mortal wound —
And I’m all like, bent, reaching
raise my hand to the horizon, beside
el niño spirit; and the exploded
my palm — safety — I straighten, &
down into the garbage where I roach
the Willis Tower, comparing, &
the vile, beautiful blattaria leaves me
and scales its black terrace and ponders
its sudden, liberal transformation — soon
as a way to juxtapose the mundane
condition the banal, blue
body; the salted, post-, uncombed
She didn’t even
take it
or gibberish in a cafeteria line
or bleeding all over Italy.
with Stevie Ray Vaughan
Includes four lines from "I love winter nights..." by Paul Ferrell, published in "The Cosby Show" (2015) by Water of Life Press.
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