"The placid green tank rambles against my cause, trembles my squelched skull in its combat hardhat squinting out the cool black fish-eyes in the crowd of press-men. I won't smile for applause. 5 How many times has the future groaned and ceased beneath my feet? That ice lightning stalled me blind but unlike Oedipus I remained unchanged, chained to my loving Kitty and her scrambled passel of cubs. Bush and Willie Horton register like stars, crooked 10 like unforgiving hooks into the milky heart of my campaign-cosmos. When Willie went killing on his blood-spritzed spree, funded by the Furlough's goals of rehabilitation for the apolitical psychopath, Mr. Ailes had me sighted in his hateful geiger 15 fat on his media-consultancy and pool shark style of cynically 'manipulating the Mass...' I feel the edges zero-in and narrow at my throat.... I was like a tree when I was green, like Alexander at his dashing bastard best, played by Steve McQueen. 20 Now hot on the overheated tank churning at my hips, the minotaur of my class with an eagle's face, I feel the cold motion rifle through me. What is left to say? I love my wife even when she's high."
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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