Porphyria
in the water glasses on the dinner table
have
you seen how wanting
goes
about burning mankind
the
conversation at the oil drum goes
with
many hands warming over it
in
the center of this tin shackle town
we
have gone so far
as
to be tar baby sinners
but
we need food for an evolution
or
more bullets for a revolution
to
put to an end
this
eating of ourselves into
a
raw white bone set of wings
just
don’t say this too loudly
here
in America
someone
tells me
their
voice hidden
in
the glow
and
crackle symphonies
of
wishes laying silently like mouths
with
fangs at the ready
this
here nation is
the
ultimate sublime stick-up
the
full monty crime state
laden
with policing that must
eat
your young whole
or
at least have you leverage
them
for strung fool’s gold
and
a handful of dreams
that
still remember that Dawn
is
a vine that we sow
where
fences used to go
EJR
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glad I found your blog
ReplyDeletewell written, honest, expressive
just what poetry should be