Bleeding Edge
check
yrself, rebel
yr
hangovers
&
ironic haiku
do
not qualify as praxis
Cop
He
wants to be a cop.
He’s
already afraid of everything.
He
has, at last, begun to understand
there
are times you don’t try
to
explain the stars -n- bars.
His
mustache is unironic.
Fucker’s
going to shoot a black man,
there’s
really no way around it.
Poets are Useful
because
someone needs to tell stories
that
don’t involve jets flying over stadiums
Original
Sin
an
ambulance driver
for
the infernal machine
wakes
up in the morning
complicit
an
American
serving
a class to which
there
is no access for
those
only complicit
to
be washed in blood
spilled
into the gutters
running
in the shadows
of
glass and concrete towers
to
be done with the gods
&
false prophets of capital
is
to aspire
