Show Poem: KC, MO 4/16/16

Schwervon!


Is it that important that we
Get off so easily

Every turn of a page
Every touch to a screen
Every look up from the highway

Church of metal plates
Reaping the damage

The patriotic cross

Sexual tension and rocket launchers
Men in caves with
Pizza slice hands

Spining the records
On diamond tipped needles

We scratch our way through
Another morning

Blue streaks and soft skin
On the backs of your calves

Little hairs that soften the lines
Like a hazy moon dance

Letting the crud pass easily
To the stomach
Extracting the nutrients from the waste
Gluing things back the wrong way

Stars over time will find there place
In any landscape
It’s okay

Beside the plastic
Beneth the walla of the crowd
Everything will find its place

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