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In an apartment on 53rd street A fire is burning Out of a keyhole & Into a cigarette. Smoke comes in walls & is heavier than rocks & it takes an artist To hate oneself. Moon-faced Serbians sipped Drain-O from sandals While red-lipped nomads Gazed & sharpened their blades. A fat lady walks in & Before she can say “Burger & fries” There are spears in her ears. The body is dragged to the River by sheepish failures, but The boxer knew what was afoot & Had removed all the water from the river. But no-one cared because a riot had Started in the streets “Flay the feminazis,” they chanted “Pour molten oil on the devout,” they screamed. & all the flat-eyed artists & all the drag-queen mobsters Danced around the fire like evolution & an ape got in the middle of it. His fingertips calloused His elbows like spears His eyes w/ more blood Than white. Richard Nixon or A Richard Nixon costume Entered stage right w/ Boxing gloves & cocktails. They would throw children Across the fire & artists on the other side would be Waiting w/ nets & knives. But then tear gas came & they cried & their Tears were like the eyes that Glinted at them. Out of a keyhole & Into a cigarette.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
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In an apartment on 53rd street A fire is burning Out of a keyhole & Into a cigarette. Smoke comes in walls & is heavier than rocks & it takes an artist To hate oneself. Moon-faced Serbians sipped Drain-O from sandals While red-lipped nomads Gazed & sharpened their blades. A fat lady walks in & Before she can say “Burger & fries” There are spears in her ears. The body is dragged to the River by sheepish failures, but The boxer knew what was afoot & Had removed all the water from the river. But no-one cared because a riot had Started in the streets “Flay the feminazis,” they chanted “Pour molten oil on the devout,” they screamed. & all the flat-eyed artists & all the drag-queen mobsters Danced around the fire like evolution & an ape got in the middle of it. His fingertips calloused His elbows like spears His eyes w/ more blood Than white. Richard Nixon or A Richard Nixon costume Entered stage right w/ Boxing gloves & cocktails. They would throw children Across the fire & artists on the other side would be Waiting w/ nets & knives. But then tear gas came & they cried & their Tears were like the eyes that Glinted at them. Out of a keyhole & Into a cigarette.
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patrick-ensslin
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
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