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Crags Of Delphi In Kohl’s

I’m going into Kohl’s
at seven thirty seven A.M.

I’m going into Kohl’s.

Have I not lived?
Am I alive?
Is this what I do with
my partitioning?

The fluorescent lights
split
thoughts in my brain.

I was once alive again.

A bird.
In sky.

There’s a song beyond sky.
A song without.
A song within.

I go into Kohl’s but still
I live,
my eyes on last year’s
Super Bowl sweatshirt,
a pretzel bite dissolved in
my mouth,
memories of my vanished father,
visions of the crags of Delphi
from the air.

– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin

Poems

Suddenly there was a gas.
People ran out into the street to
celebrate the banks.
“The banks are here!
They are not leaving!
They have our money!”
They cheered loudly and started
collecting money.
They placed the money in a big pile
and had Big Mike bring his flatbed
truck over
to haul the money away to the bank.
The money has intrinsic value that
gives inflation meaning.
A lot of people had Kool-Aid stains
around their mouths.
They were yelling, giving each other
high fives.
Big Mike honked his horn as he drove away.
Who took the money?
Suddenly there was a flash and a loud noise.
Everyone collected themselves and their items.
They went inside their houses
and pulled down their shades and turned
on their TVs.
The Super Bowl was on.
Lots of really cool television
commercials shined that night.
A lot of people had Kool-Aid stains
around their mouths.
Everyone has to pay taxes.
You can’t cheat death, not with that
level of personal worth.
And Jesus, Leroy, isn’t someone always
watching you?

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The Code Of The Drug

In the night
there are people
overdosing

but the night
belongs to Michelob
yeah, the night
belongs to Michelob

and in the night
where people drink
Michelob
people are overdosing
on drugs

yeah,
people are here
overdosing on drugs
and
people are there
overdosing on drugs
and
people are here
and now we have drugs
so
many many many many
god-produced drugs

yeah, now we have drugs
yes, now we have drugs
turn on your television
it says to take drugs

and the night belongs to
Michelob
and the night belongs to
Michelob

but, what’s the night?
yes
what’s the night?
yes
what’s the night?
yes
the night belongs
the night belongs

yes
the night belongs to the code
of the drug