Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Clearing Out Some Notebooks


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




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