CHICAGO
RECORD
Another excellent
repository of modern
angst and
disgruntlement.
New stuff there,
but one of them
seems to be cut off,
so I’ll print the
whole thing
here for you.
No extra charge.
Because I’m a helluva guy.
wounded ship on an ocean of dust
felt like late fall
all winter long
thought i was van gogh then
thought i was the crows
stood in the shadow of a
white stucco church on the west
side of town watching the sun slowly
drop behind february trees
considered where i might be able to get
30 pieces of silver
and listen
none of these wars are going to
be won in your lifetime or mine
none of these assholes in power really
care about you as a person, so
why do you keep voting for them?
is your life so empty you need the
drugs just to help you feel alive?
gotta keep right on the edge
gotta keep the anger from
slipping into desperation
the poets with their brains blown out
or the dead-eyed dauighters
doing internet porn
the kings just begging to be killed
the prophets chained to the
bumpers of pick up trucks then
dragged to pieces down gravel roads
do you choose to be a victim
or is the honor forced on you?
and i was driving to work when i
heard the news about cobain
was saddened
but not surprised
had reasons to live that i
wouldn’t let go of
hated myself
yes
but hated the rest of you
that much more
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