LAWN CHAIR LIFE (poetryrepairshop 99.10:110) |
| Lashed to a rubber green lawn chair I rail against falling leaves anchored in the bedroom community of my choice waving a pistol in final displeasure burnt out lawns cookie cutter people this can't be what America has come to but it is let's start the insurrection now a war against boredom against capital against you and me against God and this fucking lawn chair against every Saturday afternoon that ever was against every dream that never came true against the world against time against against the sun a prayer for darkness on my cracked pissed off lips.
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