I’ll be reading tonight @ Café Mezzaluna on 212 Saugerties 7pm. C’mon down.
Here’s a new one to piqué your interest.
Is the brain a pre-existing illness
or are you just always fucked up
and on the verge of remedy?
That’s one of my last three questions
granted by the warden. That,
and I’d like to know
who set these blood vicissitudes
to prey on our dispositions?
Finally, and this should come
as no surprise
to anyone in town
who reads my odometer,
I’d like to know why we take this shit
lying down when we have the numbers to stand
taller than their dollar, taller than their guns,
taller than their armies paid by our labor’s crest?
Why do we cower and buy their TV
hoping to see ourselves on the screen?