Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Poem 135: The 5th of July

unexpended ordnance
from last evening's
explody
detonates
          all around
sulphur billows
low to the ground
the chickens are wide awake
Argos is under the bed

goddammit
save your ammo

when--and it will--shit gets wiggy
in the streets
after two-hundred-whatever years
of human events
    and people are drinking piss
         and eating dog
you're going to wish
you had those cherry bombs






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