Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Melissa Tuckey

GHOST FISHING LOUISIANA
“These people are in prison and there’s poison loose.” –Rev. Willie T. Snead, Sr., Mossville, Louisiana
It gets in your clothes it gets
in the way you talk
That’s not an ambulance
that’s the sun going down
in your rear view mirror
Gambling boats ghost fishing
on Lake Charles
And the thunder late at night
railroad cars full of poison
bumping into one another
It gets in your clothes it gets
in the way you talk
Sugar is refined here for sweet tea
flour bleached white
Men selling melons the size of heads
Her house held the cancer
like fish in a locked box

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