The need for metaphors and
other murky means of
information have ended.
Why not come out and
say it, that the United
States government has been
lying,
abusing,
maiming,
misplacing,
killing,
creating its citizens
even before the first
frigid native placed a single frozen foot
in our conquered land.
By which I mean the terrible
authority of the United States
government is exactly the same
ancient authority that cursed Prometheus
for a flick of his bic.
Wednesday
Monday
the imaginary night is full of imaginary jazz
tin cup stuck up stars
break black ink on moonlit bars
where everyones a shadow
of something great before
midnight blue birds perch on stoops
urban chickens free funk in their coops
coffee stained teeth chatter pretentious caffeine
where everyones a silhouette of
something great to come
and i wonder if it ever does
if it ever will
and who knows the names of
shadows and silhouettes
break black ink on moonlit bars
where everyones a shadow
of something great before
midnight blue birds perch on stoops
urban chickens free funk in their coops
coffee stained teeth chatter pretentious caffeine
where everyones a silhouette of
something great to come
and i wonder if it ever does
if it ever will
and who knows the names of
shadows and silhouettes
Sunday
Cloud Control
Empirical opinions held.
It was the old books I first learned to weld.
Mental fists clench sweat.
Found fast land sailing shallow seas.
Embellished words and lofty chains
only add more weight.
It was the old books I first learned to weld.
Mental fists clench sweat.
Found fast land sailing shallow seas.
Embellished words and lofty chains
only add more weight.
Saturday
disposable city
I can't yet understand
just how disgusting
it really is.
Jessica says,
"Philadelphia, one of the most notoriously segregated and poverty-stricken cities in America, is closing its public library system in the face of budget cuts and lack of funding on October 2, 2009."
A city crushed
inside an ashtray,
tossed into the street.
just how disgusting
it really is.
Jessica says,
"Philadelphia, one of the most notoriously segregated and poverty-stricken cities in America, is closing its public library system in the face of budget cuts and lack of funding on October 2, 2009."
A city crushed
inside an ashtray,
tossed into the street.
Thursday
Riding my lady's bike
While riding along the
river I'm thinking,
"what does Buffalo smell
like?" and fuck, like
cheerios. General Mills
is right on the water front
and the whole place reeks
of cheerios.
The smell is out of place
like finding my childhood
wrapped in plastic
left to die behind
the train station.
Fulton used to smell like
chocolate before
Nestle closed the plant;
the first chocolate
factory in America.
I remember riding my
bike through town and
smelling it everywhere
especially when they
burned a batch.
The baseball park
was down by the plant
and you know I never felt
like a part of that team,
those people, that town.
Abandoned buildings
and buildings yet
to be abandoned
look exactly alike
under Sunday's metal sky.
river I'm thinking,
"what does Buffalo smell
like?" and fuck, like
cheerios. General Mills
is right on the water front
and the whole place reeks
of cheerios.
The smell is out of place
like finding my childhood
wrapped in plastic
left to die behind
the train station.
Fulton used to smell like
chocolate before
Nestle closed the plant;
the first chocolate
factory in America.
I remember riding my
bike through town and
smelling it everywhere
especially when they
burned a batch.
The baseball park
was down by the plant
and you know I never felt
like a part of that team,
those people, that town.
Abandoned buildings
and buildings yet
to be abandoned
look exactly alike
under Sunday's metal sky.
Friday
I'm driving through a neighborhood
in a city
I can't understand,
in a city like
any other,
so full of
hunger.
I'm driving through this neighborhood
and see two
plump white punks,
they are
imagining themselves
broken.
The boy is lying
in the grass
wearing a cool smile
while the girl
begs on the corner
bulging out of ripped jeans
underneath gelled hair.
Her cardboard sign looks,
cute
HOMELESS
BROKE
HUNGRY
each word its own
color.
It's not romantic
to be poor
insane
lost
hungry
dying
filthy
afraid.
It hurts.
in a city
I can't understand,
in a city like
any other,
so full of
hunger.
I'm driving through this neighborhood
and see two
plump white punks,
they are
imagining themselves
broken.
The boy is lying
in the grass
wearing a cool smile
while the girl
begs on the corner
bulging out of ripped jeans
underneath gelled hair.
Her cardboard sign looks,
cute
HOMELESS
BROKE
HUNGRY
each word its own
color.
It's not romantic
to be poor
insane
lost
hungry
dying
filthy
afraid.
It hurts.
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