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Cracks in cover let Sun in hits like Bullets Unwrapped window Gives solar epiphany To cocooned child Flee fluorescent, Flee faux verve Doorframe: portal Extra-terrestrial World through eaves Like bug zappers See-through walls Most envious glass ****** passage Cold shoulder, concrete, masonry Phosphenes gleaming, staggering Hotfoot, addled eyes Inverted wavelengths Gravel clinging, unwise Scrutinized steps to grass Great big sigh Saluting sky With micro pupils Torrid shell Swollen locks Rejoice Westside: Central Avenue Pack up, load up Truckpower to State Street Beer, veggie dogs Corn-on-cob Bag-of-fruit Checkout scandal Three-in-the-front State to thirty-three Thirty-three to thirteen Chauncey, Jacksonville, Trimble, Glouster, Bonnie’s Home Cooking Opposite British Petroleum Exhausted loan office Opposite Coal Miner Emeritus Burr Oak: closed Margin parking Bathroom clothes Tasteful vest Bathroom tissue to brim Feet welcome Pass up close up camp spots I feel a pull to the valley Clearing: stop, rest Crack, chug, more wood Fire, crack, chug, more wood Chat, crack, chug Copper detuned chime Of that ephemeral vibrato Drone of nine-volt synth Into kaput tape deck & we sing & chant & cackle Campfire chatter: Bitter pill Naïve philosophy Crack, chug Empathy More wood “So when I was seventeen still going to church there were these events they were called “lock-ins” we stayed the night at the church they took our cells our watches took down every clock & covered the windows so we wouldn’t be aware of anything only God & so there would be lectures & guest speakers & bible readings and discussions & also these ******* bizarre activities like they would turn off all the lights light a **** ton of candles & they would blindfold us and give us a little piece of paper and a little pencil and they’d tell us in a omniscient little voice to write down one sin we’ve committed on the little piece of paper fold it & nail it (still blindfolded) to this huge wooden cross with this little hammer & I guarantee every one of us wrote down ************   Now that I think of it the whole thing was about ************ every speaker had some story of how they used to ********** all the time and how they were released of the devils hold and that ************ is a sin and will send you to hell and all of us kids were boys and every single adult was a woman they all looked at us like they read our paper like we were sinners like we would always be sinners just slimy ******* who would always **** off (like we would ever understand what it felt to be a woman or what a woman felt like) & their eyes were gleaming with such shallow sympathy that you knew they were true god fearing Christians” (All at once) Stab, chug, crack, chug Stab, chug, crack, chug Stab, chug, crack, chug Bliss
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
An Elegy-For-Nothing
Cracks in cover let Sun in hits like Bullets Unwrapped window Gives solar epiphany To cocooned child Flee fluorescent, Flee faux verve Doorframe: portal Extra-terrestrial World through eaves Like bug zappers See-through walls Most envious glass ****** passage Cold shoulder, concrete, masonry Phosphenes gleaming, staggering Hotfoot, addled eyes Inverted wavelengths Gravel clinging, unwise Scrutinized steps to grass Great big sigh Saluting sky With micro pupils Torrid shell Swollen locks Rejoice Westside: Central Avenue Pack up, load up Truckpower to State Street Beer, veggie dogs Corn-on-cob Bag-of-fruit Checkout scandal Three-in-the-front State to thirty-three Thirty-three to thirteen Chauncey, Jacksonville, Trimble, Glouster, Bonnie’s Home Cooking Opposite British Petroleum Exhausted loan office Opposite Coal Miner Emeritus Burr Oak: closed Margin parking Bathroom clothes Tasteful vest Bathroom tissue to brim Feet welcome Pass up close up camp spots I feel a pull to the valley Clearing: stop, rest Crack, chug, more wood Fire, crack, chug, more wood Chat, crack, chug Copper detuned chime Of that ephemeral vibrato Drone of nine-volt synth Into kaput tape deck & we sing & chant & cackle Campfire chatter: Bitter pill Naïve philosophy Crack, chug Empathy More wood “So when I was seventeen still going to church there were these events they were called “lock-ins” we stayed the night at the church they took our cells our watches took down every clock & covered the windows so we wouldn’t be aware of anything only God & so there would be lectures & guest speakers & bible readings and discussions & also these ******* bizarre activities like they would turn off all the lights light a **** ton of candles & they would blindfold us and give us a little piece of paper and a little pencil and they’d tell us in a omniscient little voice to write down one sin we’ve committed on the little piece of paper fold it & nail it (still blindfolded) to this huge wooden cross with this little hammer & I guarantee every one of us wrote down ************   Now that I think of it the whole thing was about ************ every speaker had some story of how they used to ********** all the time and how they were released of the devils hold and that ************ is a sin and will send you to hell and all of us kids were boys and every single adult was a woman they all looked at us like they read our paper like we were sinners like we would always be sinners just slimy ******* who would always **** off (like we would ever understand what it felt to be a woman or what a woman felt like) & their eyes were gleaming with such shallow sympathy that you knew they were true god fearing Christians” (All at once) Stab, chug, crack, chug Stab, chug, crack, chug Stab, chug, crack, chug Bliss
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
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