Some more BBQ verse.... critical editorial comments are most welcome.
best, cj (as in the anti-christ)
Late winter Wall Street steam up through manholes, ice melts on edges
warm in ice winter stock exchange trading, up and down wealth knows no cold
Down here; cold layers of hell
in spring rain drowns life in black volcanic mud
Prayers for sanity and energy; does any reply come
needing to pay rent; the force of money to live
live in a cave without food and wine is needed for life
bones and skin the colour of gold
bones elastic pliable gold
and gold mouth sucking skin
a mystery of being concealing gender
this a life force forbidden
by orders of a magistrate's court.
He was the most beautiful blond boy ready
to sell this beauty to all who would risk
a rock spider prison and he got thrown out
of every school; so uneducated he left
life holding hands on a long fall with another
boy; into hard harbour water; bodies
busted with shame.
Pass me that glass of rum. Intoxicated
and getting more. Heads cracked
in cut up prose tabloid media print.
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