a request for divine intervention (perhaps) a sticker on a District street sign a $100 robo ticket in my rear view Cousin June boiling water in Pflugerville, TX Ted Cruz flies to Cancun (his daughter asked him to) another request for divine intervention Rush L. is on his way home
It’s time to pick a side (& the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air) Someone said they shouldn’t have been there (gave proof through the night, that) Shouldn’t have been there, knee to neck Shouldn’t have been, tear gas & flare Shouldn’t have, knocked down head open & split Sides picked in the …
Run fast. The old world is behind you. Corona knocking on the front door. Trump lye-ing out back. Run fast comrade, run fast.
It’s come to this COVID Bullets & bazooka guns riding bare back in the land of the free. Whose back? Who’s free?
It’s come to this COVID the beach or bust (your hold on us) Liberty civil or not sick of your choke hold, we’re strapping up, bracing for the best, expecting the worst. Get over (yourself) Sit your ass down.
James Panera’s review of the exhibition entitled “Riffs and Relations: African American Artists and the European Modernist Tradition” at the Phillips Collection is an interesting read if you like intellectual musings and “disses” by arm chair critics on derivative (blk) art – see comments. Sad to read (but not too surprised) that MAGA land and the …
I hold anger in hand paper shreds bits of this & that get the vacuum suck then toss calamity like tissues & phlegm
Morshawn dreamed himself awake flowers in porcelain toilets & tubs clogged fair warning something was happening
float or kick swim or sit virus has me stuck
If it weren’t for pop-ups, run-away-ascents, I’d be diving instead of speculating fictive rhyme schemes (abababcc).