Junk Blues 2: Relational Mission


prostitution & constitution
addicts & conflicts
’tween them there’s no relation at all
we were talking at the tea stall

and the epiphany hit just too hard
why wouldn’t sisyphus just go to his graveyard,
than go up the hill—expecting the next highway blockade;
tell though the king can be as well afraid 
at least roll down with an oxygen cylinder;
—but why with nothing; but the hill, with the bloody boulder?

the tea got colder than the heart of the master
yet it mattered only how much the stuff it kicked harder
when there’s little time for the next shot
to know the plan we didn’t have to be an astronaut
know no rocket science as they say

the texture of the sky so grey
the impending june rain before we make any move
before we lost ’to another talking groove
we got to be ready
we got to go steady
the holes in the pockets were worse than the people
leave them, ignore them, e’en the supernatural

the rich men’s safeboxes
& their ilk’s stocks
the localities’ galvanised iron pipes
the reluctant sobriety’s painful gripes
we can barter them all, all of them 
& try reconnect without being condemned

what prostitution’s got to do, anyway, with a nation
education with destruction
this kick with rich men’s pigginess
the filth all around with life so aimless

how’d it be to cook up the universe
in one smack, get rid of every curse
there might be no curse if not for the universe
perhaps that might be the place we have to land on
but when the kick wears off
just get one more shot to put life on
& for good, shut this world off.

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Stop Press
Newspapers are meant to be read in the toilets; but a few good men can make them cool, take them out of their original crappy places and amaze us all along!

1 https://www.behance.net/gallery/14291979/Cocinas-Corona-For-Newspaper-3D-typography
newspaper-3d-typography
cocinas corona - for newspaper

2 http://newspaperblackout.com/
newspaper blackout
a collection of poems made by redacting newspapers with a permanent marker.

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