My Big Net: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. ½ revolution about time adore after all these years; A whole revolution costs too much in blood and terror; Big Daddy Bones gifted me one million guns; NOW I got me all these fears. 2. I’m depressed, so I’ll shoot something; I’m happy, so I’ll shoot something; The cowboy warlords are deaf, blind, and sweet christ dumb but they order me what to sing; They have me hunting fugutive Freud and Darwin behind the stables, and I so wanted to take steam goth SF punk women to the Spring Dance Fling. 3. The plane was eaten by a black hole, or possibly God or other spooks; Nonetheless and however we now have a rewarded and sanctioned and celebrated and cowardly oh sweet christ so cowardly murderer with which we shall have a friendly chat; Mr. Z, there’s a blonde woman holding scales outside our studio doors screaming for your blood – whatever shall we do with all these kooks? Now be our good guest and walk the office cat. 4. Fool actually thinks he can walk a cat, and away they go, down to downtown, down to the beach, down to the sunset; Zombie Mississippi1 1955 reaches out from under the sand and a kind of insane justice is done, and every bully, liar, fanatic, bully, crook, and war criminal gets ready for my biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig net. - Friday, March 21, 2014
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 22:27:15 +0000
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