Poem: "A Position of Defeat 4"
4.
there is no
sun in this watering hole
we all cough
up ten dollars to get in
another ten to
wasted youth to drink
mucus and
sperm from the devil’s punch bowl
seething
with suffering, a hollow laugh
low expert
whispers, nerves strung on a string
the introduction
of hands, missing ring
bad breath,
bonhomie of the corpse’s bluff
thickening,
the black man with a hunted look
drops my
limp dick and rubs the punchbag abs
of younger
black (dead eyes), whose hanging tab
is paid by
whitie and white-collar work
payback,
fallback, kickback, rollback, who knows?
the throat
tightens, the blood beats in the ears
the stream
swells, then trickles into the cashier
stuffing
knocked out, defeated, homestead goes
better this
than that, better in than through
justice,
rights, love, family, marriage, laws
i’d rather
be damned than be made a cause
i’d rather
be damned than be same as you
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