Greg Purcell
“LET ME BREAK ONE OFF-SOME
AND ENTER UP-IN THIS JOINT...”
Of the blind but perfectly conscious self holding a gun or as it’s been put to
us “one tragic political word held against the temple of another”
but waving like a flag in front of any several checkered dragsters naturally
getting hit as must have been the plan from the start
and our barn which just stands there buckling like a sorry lung —
It’s disgusting “Let me break one off some, etc.” the stars
have joints and the joints are aching
but their influence has long since waned
the stars as I see them are out, on the street singing
high, whatever made money or shuddered onto the screen where lips met full
like soft red bombs tapping harmlessly off the side of the Earth
we are dying yes it’s true
“but like everyone else we wind up at the movies”
or in the back seat of a car which is violently shuddering
or close, waving a gun through the space of a high white wall
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