Sunday, February 19, 2017

injury music

when they say “nothing is free”
they mean “you work for me”

when they say “we don’t condone violence”
they mean “you work for me”

when they cart you off the field on a stretcher
thousands of little boss-slaves cheering on
your pain

the super bowl of cheerios
in a sink

this complete breakfast
of losers

i wipe my mouth
w/ a napkin

everything is free

waterfalls are not
hair
little girls exist
writing

poems outside any nation
or sink

when the poem says “nation”
it means “bruise”

we found you w/ nations
all over your body

and we nursed you up
otherwise withholding our labor
from the dying ocean

who are you
now at the lip
all washed up