from his poetry chapbook, American Violence, available at New Polish Beat.
death is harmless
it’s life you
have to watch
it’ll creep up
behind you and
slip a job around
your neck
like a noose
it’ll pull your
youth out from
under you
like a trap door
and leave you swinging
in a slow suburban strangle
by the time
you’re aware
of what’s happened
you’ll be too old
to give a shit
truth is
i’m a criminal
at heart
trapped in a
working-man’s
world
clip-boards and
blue-suits are
unnatural things
i’d feel more
comfortable with
a ski-mask
and 9mm
tossing bullets
like baseballs
instead of dodging
pot-shots from
time-clocks and
middle-management
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