Tuesday, July 23, 2013

hush money

don’t sue your parents
kobe bryant
don’t make me
make meaning
over you
the burbs you
bounced off
a man’s going
apeshit
under ground
in my face
DON’T SUE YOUR PARENTS
he warns me
exiting the train
the story
the paper
the nba
is not a man
the burbs bounce off
the empty train
suing all your parents
julius irving didn’t
sue his parents
wilt chamberlain didn’t
sue his parents
who sues their fucking
parents
general motors
sues their parents
general motors
sues the balls off
the dead of
summer
a wake of the coulda been
fluid city of trollies and nobody
to sue
in your dreams
in your dreams
of no money

SLOW

NO

WAKE

PLEASE

and the river’s on you
fare hikes
and shitty service
can we listen to another
general motor
we’re surrounded
by pictures of lawyers
i wipe the public
from my eye
whole foods
workers wearing red
tee shirts that say LOVE
they have to
that sucks
four bucks
a pound
peaches
you can suck
on a quarter
for a quarter
of an hour
like a valet parking
for no one
my ass sweats
past south street
bullshit
the big stuff
august
a paycheck sooner
than thought
would open
the plans
the crotch of
saturday
we circle like flies
whole paycheck
on the brain
my tongue is a boardwalk
to dawn
a poet asks
will i lecture
some poor kids
on recycling
no way
no way