Black Fridays
Sticks.
Wood frame.
Icon.
Oil burning anointing
lamp
Recession cave upheavals.
1869, 1929, 1989,
Yellow sticky note on
a calendar
Inserts
Momentary illumination
between
Two black Fridays
A red day, a blood day,
a sticky day,
A day for cutting
ribbons
And umbilicals
A baby born
Athena-wise
A spurt of blood from
the president's skull
The market is
avalanching.
Someone was stabbed
over a parking space.
We
probably spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap.
How deep is your
greed?
Target
God
is dead...we have killed him...
-Ed ads data mining
roaring 20s
A big push.
Best Buy smartphone subprime
mortgage lending.
Amniotic bubble bursts
Toys R Us bailouts for
big wigs
Must
we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
Peasantry. a cry of
protest.
For shame, Jerusalem,
No human family.
Someone was stabbed
over a parking space.
The prodigal swipes credit card messiah
Freedom ain't cheap
Crossed staves on a
skull.
Three stabs in a
grassy knoll.
Shadows on a baby's soft
wet cranium.
Seven Bolsheviks burst
through the door...
The loss of a kingdom.
Shepherd-song.
The loss of the
innocents.
...bullets slam pillows
and diamonds
Elder brother poison
priest
Hunts down the
prodigal God
Only one is good.
The princeling groans.
The blood on the hay.
Divine right of rule.
Ask not what your country can do for you...
How deep is your greed?
Every boom must bust
Every bone be dust.
Two parallel railroad
ties outside Yekaterinberg.
But oh the ride.
When things were new.
When the president was
a sweet little boy
And I held him in my
arms,
And he was mine at my
breast
But now he belongs to
the mob roar
The media throngs and
the political trends
What is truth?
They are money laundering the rough edges off the
They are money laundering the rough edges off the
Universe's seams
Bankrupt in bullshit
righteousness,
Reductionism. What's
a King to a mob?
On giving Tuesday I
attempt to bribe the judge.
The star-reds marker X
ma(rk)s
The spot on Dealey
Plaza.
50% off, casting roulette
(whiteblackwhiteblackyingyangbrotherbrotherclatterclack)
On a white robe.
James Metelak is a poet, photographer, musician, and the primary curator of Headpiece full of Straw's 25 Days of Christmas. He teaches and works with youth in Central Asia. Check out his other work at sandpiperparade.weebly.com, youtube or his poetry blog.
James Metelak is a poet, photographer, musician, and the primary curator of Headpiece full of Straw's 25 Days of Christmas. He teaches and works with youth in Central Asia. Check out his other work at sandpiperparade.weebly.com, youtube or his poetry blog.
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