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Show poem… Just more stuff / Sat. Jan. 30/ Lawrence, KS @ The Replay Lounge #Poetry
Diamond dust in a dogs breath
Panning for gold in the white snow
Of the black hills
It takes a steady hand
To operate with tweezers
Our petrified organs
Will not mind a slip or two
It is the electrified edges
Of each open wound
Plugged into the power grid
For all the world to troll
And comment on
A shock wave before a broken mirror
The worthless worth
A small dish of pennies
At the register
10 lords a leaping
9 ladies dancing
8 hateful eights hating
7 dicks sucking themselves
6 sick Nikki Sixes sexting
5 High Fives
4 calling girls
3 French Fries
2 Donald Trumps
And a greasy pork sandwich
Served in a dirty ashtray
Unwashed glasses
Dogs with bad manners
We keep learning the same things
Over and over.
That’s all.
New stuff old stuff
It’s all old stuff
Just more stuff
Show poem… Only war is war / Friday Jan. 22/ KC, MO @ The Brick #Poetry
Only war is war
Seed on the satellite
Water in the brush
Pride
The gateway drug to The West
Things turn around here
Things die and things are born
But in between things will dance
And collide
Shift and slide
Into place
Outer space
Let’s stop and listen
To the trumpets playing in our ears
Let’s fuse together
Two separate elements
We will forge a new tool
A magic hammer that
Destroys meaningless borders.
Liquids spears flung
Over our shoulders
Piecing gently arrows into
Lonely late night political party callers
Calling out our numbers.
9 to 5
10 to 2
1 to 9
12 to 7
6 to 1
Half a dozen
Break me off
Break me down
Break me out
T’pau
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