Afghan Squares; Fantastic Labor

Afghan Squares; Fantastic Labor

A Poem by Jerusalem Cricket
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2.O

"
let the last be
bled first for
good measure
to mirror even better
said signature
set in red or
blue or black
half-hearted endeavor
and none were ever
clever enough to sort
crematory soot from
story book treasure

but whatever

it's whatever

I'll rise
disheveled
at the reveille
arrive high on
rebel dreams
I've been meddling
with devil things
you might find
unsettling
but everything's
coming up smelling
like benevolent
daisies and revelation
while the militia men
man the stationary set
kept staved safely
in the basement
& would only
bring it up on
special occasions
still caved in when
they drove the stake in
fake to the face like
no leeway for
mistake makin
but headache
after headache
shows the space is
wide enough to
accommodate
a motherfuckin
spaceship
and every piece
has a place
it's just how
it's played out

hearken ye
Ginsbergian
howlers
who know
no homes
only
a thousand
homely
houses
this is an
ungodly hour
the cuts clot sour
to the sound of
fluorescent bulbs
humming in
the tummy
of all the
crash test dummy
lovers
suckers
m***********s
smothered under
some other
rumbly stomach
hungry for
thunder &
run for cover
Sunday morning
rotunda routine
redundance
expunged
something pungent
from the lungs
of the dungeon
where they eat
their own young
& speak archaic tongues
& tweak on speed
& play with Aramaic guns
& they say it's fun

-but-

poet most
reproachable
found pens
far more potent than
any needle
& felt grief for
the paperbacks
cause all three
unknowingly
were blazing
in the haystack
Vulcan death grip
has em burning in
its grasp
safely clasped
in a habit
there's no
turning back with

irreversible damnage

© 2014 Jerusalem Cricket


Author's Note

Jerusalem Cricket
I'm quite proud of this.
dunno how I feel about
damnage though

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JC
I think damnage is a great mix and word play, Kerouac would definitely dig it, had a very stream of consciousness fast thought verbiage floating along the beats and their past and the devastation of the needle and the madness of life in general with this proud strength weaved in there. Enjoyed it.

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