Monday, November 26, 2012

Daddy's Cooking Crystal Meth In The Barna Shed

Daddy is a financial reporter
With a national daily
Did Daddy help expose the bankers that beggared us?
No.
No.
He didn't.
Cos.
Cos Daddy
Is
Cooking
Cystal meth
In
The Barna shed.
Daddy is a copywriter in an ad agency.
Did Daddy devise the scam they call The Gathering?
No.
No.
He didn't.
Cos.
Cos Daddy
Is
Cooking
Crystal meth
In
The Barna shed.
Daddy is an unemployed poet.
Did Daddy write the wrong that ails us?
No.
No.
He didn't.
Cos.
Cos Daddy
Is
Cooking
Crystal meth
In
The Barna shed.
Daddy is a house husband
Did Daddy get kicked out of home?
Yes
Yes
He did.
Cos
Cos Daddy
Is
Cooking
Crystal meth
In
The Barna shed.
Enough
Now
Cos
Cos I
Gotta go.
Go
Cook
Crystal Meth
In
The Barna shed


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

THE RESERVATION

                                             Poetry don’t need no reservation.
                                             Rich seam of adjectives.
                                             Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
                                             But we all know where the buffalo roam.
                                             And it ain’t in no reservation.
                                             Neat.
                                             Defined.
                                             So genteel.
                                             When so much depends.
                                             On the cavalry call.
                                             The bugle.
                                             That tells you.
                                             It’s time.
                                             To go apache.
                                             On the gig.
Master Musicians of Joujouka by Jill Furmonovsky

                                               Burn down Tom’s cabin.
                                               Throw away the trinkets.
                                               We’re looking for scalps.
                                               White man.
                                               Red man.
                                               Black man.
                                               Yellow man.
                                               Someone
                                               Has.
                                               Gotta.
                                               Pay.



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