Wednesday, November 30, 2011

5 Tent City Poems



Avant-Girl 2011 (Washington Square)


The azalea,
she said,
means temperance,
passion,
sisterhood,
good-luck drum circles
and fragility.

We waited
in her tent,

smoking.




 
Minority Report


Face it, blondebeards,
waves burned
this prairie
more than twice:

Our time is moot.





The Media Materializes as a Schaffner Film


Apelike quadrupeds
with widescreen lenses
strip us in vitro.

Time to stop drawing
prosthetic crucifixes
on the sidewalk.





PTSD is So 2007 (Rubber Bullet Sonata)
                        

“The least coolest person on TV,
more interesting
than anyone here,”

sings Private Jimmy

while we sponge
his vegetable legs.





Historical Context



When asked why he felt so compelled to douse his body in flames, the elderly monk replied, “My feet hurt.”






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