My Lungs Are A Divebar

i drive my japanese compact through oregon twilight and what thoughts i have of you, allen ginsberg: where does your beard point tonight? did you ever imagine this current candy-corn imperialism of orange gorilla warfare? would you give me pills for this perpetual spine pain, this bipartisan rigmarole in the name of tribal fallacies? would you realize the faulty currents of our blind bat-shit enumerations, or would you, old courage teacher, keep driving through the greenery, bypassing pnw communist meetings and pseudo-constitutional fraternity banquets; would you log in with a golden password for anti-cyber warfare, realize the enemy was in our hearts, a sick lower 48 of unloved incestuous wordplay? how much are those bananas? how much would you pay to scorch this earth, rid these tortured people of their automated grocery stores -- their long lines of credit & neon hate crimes disguised as porcelain tweets: these broken reiterations littered across this fallen road, our collective fog lights disabled to the feet of giants?

Author: Walter Moore

Publisher: Emp

Publication Date: Apr 01, 2019

Number of Pages: 104 pages

Language: English

Binding: Paperback

ISBN-10: 0999713841

ISBN-13: 9780999713846