Michael Kresky: poetry in my town
 

poetry in my town

©2000 Michael Kresky
poetry in my town wears designer jeans and tshirts with enviro 
messages that say save the rain forest poetry in my
        town has an air of uptight selfconciousness poetry in my town 
is ginsberg like howlings and barkings and keroacesque
        ululating subterranean drainings poetry in my town is at the 
end of the road poetry in my town perched on the precipice
        jutting away from the groaning continent poetry in my town has 
manifested its destiny poetry in my town has to with who
        you are poetry in my town sucks it's all the god damn same 
poetry in my town encompasses class issues but rarely
        addresses them poetry in my town looks down the barrel of the 
gun of sexism with palm tree scratched eyes and says
        was that kathy ireland poetry in my town is beach poetry 
poetry in my town is elvis like drunken soft life drivel written in a
        hotel poetry in my town is homelessness searching for a home 
poetry in my town smells like shit and piss in an alley
        but that's the part i like about it poetry in my town is not 
graffiti poetry in my town doesn't smoke crack poetry in my town
        doesn't riot or break glass poetry in my town doesn't carry 
automatic weapons yet poetry in my town has the hollow
        sounds of extra change in its pocket as it quickly scurries 
past those bums in front of the old savoy poetry in my town
        has little attitude yet is full of platitudes and icky sweet 
dessert tastes poetry in my town is macho comacho bubble gum
        sadness and intellectual drool poetry in my town is a well 
that has run dry poetry in my town is patriarchial white and
        male huh poetry in my town is not the future of my town but 
the poetry of the future is my town poetry in my town is one or
        the other poetry in my town sucks it all smells the godamn 
same poetry in my town displays its colors perfectly has
        atrophy has jaundice and looks at the world through rose 
colored sunglasses poetry in my town can be smug and self
        righteous poetry in my town sux dude poetry in my town is not 
the sound of revolution but the sound of de-evolution
        poetry in my town comes off elegant despite those yucky coffee 
and nature burger stains on your shirt poetry in my town
        is a luke warm reception poetry in my town is a mother in law 
of the arts poetry in my town is not revolutionary new
        exciting or creative so kill me poetry in my town sucks it's 
all the god damn same poetry in my town is poetry torturing
        itself poetry in my town has its head severed from its body 
has its dick held firmly in its hand while it drinks and drives
        poetry in my town is something to do if you need to get some 
rest poetry in my town is perfect boredom poetry in my
        town is willing to perform a lobotomy at any time poetry in my 
town is chasing an elusive venue poetry in my town is
        asking the question what the hell is poetry poetry in my town 
is not the future of my town but the poetry of the future is my
        town
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