Tuesday, September 20, 2016

the distance is a reclusive necessity by Daniel Wojciech




the distance is a reclusive necessity
by Daniel Wojciech

i am smiling broken
tonight, all rivers in the Midwest
are eating oil driven by
the hands of Death. i'm hungry.
my nieces are tired of this shit.
i can go on, it's too easy for me to
do this. the scrape and slash of
my last spare tire and clamor
of water falls chased by
greedy hands that kill
and rape with the slightest whip.
i stand here in
my demented sorrow, sublime.
no rebellion, no war cry.
those things have been
beaten out of me
and my only resistance
is her kiss frum 3 weeks ago,
her tongue was velvet
echoing thru the lungs
of my last hope at escape.
she said, good night, baby.
i held her at the hip.

9/18/16
7:43pm

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