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Chicagoetry: A Lake Michigan Of The Mind
By J.J. Tindall
Those most longed for and never achieved.Posted on May 15, 2019
Chicagoetry: Two Blues Lyrics
By J.J. Tindall
DJ play the movies all night long.Posted on May 7, 2019
Chicagoetry: The Black Cat
By J.J. Tindall
Ward heelers, angry drunks.Posted on April 7, 2019
Chicagoetry: Like A Rembrandt In Candlelight
By J.J. Tindall
Like the difference between the Great Plains and the Kettle Moraine.Posted on March 4, 2019
Chicagoetry | Courtyard Still Life: Cardinal And Cricket
By J.J. Tindall
Apartment building acoustics prevail.Posted on February 18, 2019
Chicagoetry: Treadwell At The DuSable Museum
By J.J. Tindall
Mission Accomplished.Posted on February 4, 2019
Chicagoetry: The Umpteenth Ward
By J.J. Tindall
Whole precincts of voters write in the same hand!Posted on January 21, 2019
Chicagoetry: Springsteen On Broadway (My Cousin Nora)
By J.J. Tindall
Mom grew up at 197 Liberty Street.Posted on December 18, 2018
Chicagoetry: Black Ice Blues
By J.J. Tindall
The whole world is booby-trapped.Posted on December 3, 2018
Chicagoetry: I Am Iron Man
By J.J. Tindall
Let us coalesce.Posted on November 15, 2018
Chicagoetry: West Town Blues
By J.J. Tindall
Even Joey the Clown had to move.Posted on October 15, 2018
Chicagoetry: The Single Greatest Cab Ride In The History Of The Free World
By J.J. Tindall
When you work there, on busy summer weekends, the best thing about Navy Pier is leaving it.Posted on September 17, 2018
Chicagoetry: The Hate Song Of Walt Price-Friedham
By J.J. Tindall
How shall I wear my hair/To declare my attitude/About the high American noon?Posted on September 5, 2018
Chicagoetry: Ten Angels Too Many
By J.J. Tindall
I am not a man of faith!Posted on August 28, 2018
Chicagoetry: A Tree Grows In Peotone
By J.J. Tindall
And within it rests a bird named Tomorrow.Posted on July 31, 2018
Chicagoetry: Wells At Dearborn
By J.J. Tindall
Private contractors to clean toilets, run chow halls, build gyms, train bomb-sniffing dogs, service the phones. A TGI Fridays, a Nathan's, a KFC, an ice cream stand, pizza by the slice . . .Posted on July 15, 2018
Chicagoetry: A Garland Of Moons
By J.J. Tindall
I exist to resist.Posted on July 2, 2018
Chicagoetry: The Mind Is A Leopard
By J.J. Tindall
She scans the horizon for enemy and prey.Posted on June 25, 2018
Chicagoetry: Bison At The Atom Smasher
By J.J. Tindall
Some time ago, somebody slaughtered my ancestors. Now we just chill.Posted on June 1, 2018
Chicagoetry: King Love
By J.J. Tindall
The kids had Glocks.Posted on May 11, 2018
Chicagoetry: Darling Buds
By J.J. Tindall
Wind and mind.Posted on May 4, 2018
Chicagoetry: Happy
By J.J. Tindall
For about 10 minutes.Posted on April 19, 2018
Chicagoetry: Bite
By J.J. Tindall
Stray dogs, service truck blind spots, Harlem Avenue.Posted on April 5, 2018
Chicagoetry: Death In Chicago
By J.J. Tindall
You absolutely must let it come.Posted on March 26, 2018
Chicagoetry: Mother
By J.J. Tindall
Soft landing, in hospice jargon.Posted on February 19, 2018
Chicagoetry: Flight Of The Iguana
By J.J. Tindall
I didn't know iguanas lived in trees. And I didn't know they fall when they freeze.Posted on January 29, 2018
Chicagoetry: Sick
By J.J. Tindall
More lovely, longer lease.Posted on January 16, 2018
Chicagoetry: Metal Machine Music
By J.J. Tindall
Nothing, really nothing to turn off.Posted on December 31, 2017
Chicagoetry: Winter Mice
By J.J. Tindall
Fatalistically determined to attain heaven.Posted on December 18, 2017
Chicagoetry: New Fucking Frying Pan
By J.J. Tindall
It's about feminism.Posted on December 4, 2017
Chicagoetry: The Ballad Of Johnny Sunshine
By J.J. Tindall
A premeditated collage of desire.Posted on November 27, 2017
Chicagoetry: The Moon Must Be Heaven, Desolate
By J.J. Tindall
(We've mentally rehearsed jumping off the Michigan Avenue bridge.)Posted on November 9, 2017
Chicagoetry: The War Of The Rainbows
By J.J. Tindall
Hurtling down the Eisenhower in a bus I can neither steer nor stop, while being stabbed in the ribs with a screwdriver.Posted on October 23, 2017
Chicagoetry: My Bastard Heart
By J.J. Tindall
I mean to introduce articles of impeachment.Posted on October 18, 2017
Chicagoetry: Black Jeans In White Tel Aviv
By J.J. Tindall
As if, during a recession, you stage a World's Fair.Posted on September 25, 2017
Chicagoetry: 77 Minutes After 8
By J.J. Tindall
What else is a sky like me to do at times but rain?Posted on September 18, 2017
Chicagoetry: September 1, 2017
By J.J. Tindall
We must love one another. Or die.Posted on August 31, 2017
Chicagoetry: Ozymandias In High Definition
By J.J. Tindall
The song remains the same.Posted on August 15, 2017
Chicagoetry: Bike On A Tightrope
By J.J. Tindall
I can indulge in false bravery!Posted on August 7, 2017
Chicagoetry: Blues For Allah
By J.J. Tindall
Lord of the Dead, Silence and Love.Posted on July 10, 2017
Chicagoetry: Wreck On The Highway
By J.J. Tindall
You ponder the protocols of sirens.Posted on June 5, 2017
Chicagoetry: Old Main
By J.J. Tindall
Like a Frankenstein of good, old-fashioned government.Posted on May 10, 2017
Chicagoetry: People Made Of Rain Could Wreck God
By J.J. Tindall
Roaming, self-contained cities of withering pain.Posted on April 18, 2017
Chicagoetry: Fresh Hell
By J.J. Tindall
Scorned lovers, spurned suitors, scammed marks, improbable revenge plots.Posted on April 9, 2017
Chicagoetry: Ray Rayner & Friends
By J.J. Tindall
A strange, somber man named Orion talked about hog futures and fertilizers.Posted on March 22, 2017
Chicagoetry: Ballistics Exonerate The Furies
By J.J. Tindall
Bullet spray from a passing Chevrolet?Posted on March 6, 2017
Chicagoetry: Lope
By J.J. Tindall
Only the dead have no regrets.Posted on February 13, 2017
Chicagoetry: Damocles In K-Town
By J.J. Tindall
Like some Beaux Arts Brigadoon.Posted on January 16, 2017
Chicagoetry: Reservoir Dogs
By J.J. Tindall
Like a Senate, or a City Council.Posted on January 10, 2017
Chicagoetry: When The Levee Breaks
By J.J. Tindall
I don't pray, I run.Posted on December 12, 2016
Chicagoetry: Black Tupelo
By J.J. Tindall
The dives of Division Street, uncertain and afraid.Posted on November 14, 2016
Chicagoetry: Down The South Branch Of The Mind
By J.J. Tindall
Where things open up a little.Posted on October 24, 2016
Chicagoetry: My Emotional Shedd Aquarium
By J.J. Tindall
Guitarfish Lucille as Shame.Posted on October 3, 2016
Chicagoetry: Houses Of The Holy
By J.J. Tindall
My "local" is Forest Home in Forest Park.Posted on September 1, 2016
Chicagoetry: Whirl
By J.J. Tindall
Wind is weird.Posted on August 9, 2016
Chicagoetry: I Walked Into Rainbo
By J.J. Tindall
And I need to take the Metra BNSF. And there's just no way.Posted on July 20, 2016
Chicagoetry: Night Jets
By J.J. Tindall
This highway is like a molten river.Posted on June 20, 2016
Chicagoetry: The Conversation
By J.J. Tindall
The bullies, the sports, the opportunities.Posted on May 24, 2016
Chicagoetry: Violets/Violence
By J.J. Tindall
Any young flower can be arresting.Posted on May 2, 2016
Chicagoetry: Loon
By J.J. Tindall
Unattended packages/Or suspicious activity.Posted on April 11, 2016
Chicagoetry: All The Panthers Are Rose
By J.J. Tindall
Only one can become Leader.Posted on March 15, 2016
Chicagoetry: Vestiges Of Lilacs In Time
By J.J. Tindall
Like Woodstock, or maybe Lockport.Posted on February 15, 2016
Chicagoetry: Bare Trees
By J.J. Tindall
Fallen star men, lost heroes.Posted on January 18, 2016
Chicagoetry | Christmas Ghost Story: The Peppermint Kid
By J.J. Tindall
The video is said to be hideous.Posted on December 14, 2015
Chicagoetry: Every Cloud A Sphinx
By J.J. Tindall
No Kalashnikovs, no suicide belts, no dirty bombs . . .Posted on November 16, 2015
Chicagoetry: Longshadow
By J.J. Tindall
I wish I was taller, thinner/Had more discipline at dinner.Posted on October 14, 2015
Chicagoetry: Spur
By J.J. Tindall
Ju-Ju Eyeball smelled the boiling blood.Posted on September 13, 2015
Chicagoetry: Psycho Killer
By J.J. Tindall
The Quaker Parrots of Washington Park/Suppress their parochial squawk.Posted on August 17, 2015
Chicagoetry: Dancing With Men
By J.J. Tindall
Remembering Neo.Posted on July 21, 2015
Chicagoetry: Heaven
By J.J. Tindall
Dreamliner my ass.Posted on July 6, 2015
Chicagoetry: A Black Horse Grazes The Red Grass Of Mars
By J.J. Tindall
You'll see I'm right when we conquer the stars.Posted on June 8, 2015
Chicagoetry: Michigan City Blues
By J.J. Tindall
Death shall be my condo in Miami.Posted on May 5, 2015
Chicagoetry: Christina Hendricks Said
By J.J. Tindall
At a recording studio underneath the United Center.Posted on March 31, 2015
Chicagoetry: Spring Song
By J.J. Tindall
Light a scented votive.Posted on March 16, 2015
Chicagoetry: Chicago
By J.J. Tindall
I am an oligarchy / Of letters and laws, / Bettors, debtors / And broken jaws.Posted on January 24, 2015
Chicagoetry: Pinball Lizard/Guitar Zero
By J.J. Tindall
Like a leaper from the Hancock ledge, or swan dive to the river from the State Street bridge.Posted on December 22, 2014
Chicagoetry: Love In Vain In A Station Of The Metro
By J.J. Tindall
Unattended bag.Posted on November 24, 2014
Chicagoetry: Sixteen Movies Ago
By J.J. Tindall
Heavy with greed.Posted on October 22, 2014
Chicagoetry: Mirages Of Matchstick Men
By J.J. Tindall
There beneath blue suburban skies.Posted on September 23, 2014
Chicagoetry: Sphinx Of Procopius
By J.J. Tindall
The legend of Lisle.Posted on August 27, 2014
Chicagoetry: Little Wing
By J.J. Tindall
An Eden of scrub.Posted on July 21, 2014
Chicagoetry: Eddie At Bonnaroo
By J.J. Tindall
Cleansing his soul with youth.Posted on June 18, 2014
Chicagoetry: Blue Line Blues
By J.J. Tindall
No i-Phone, ear-buds, tabloid or book.Posted on May 20, 2014
Chicagoetry: Gotham
By J.J. Tindall
A city of dreams must exist in the night.Posted on April 28, 2014
Chicagoetry: Fingerprints Of A Daydream
By J.J. Tindall
My line wasn't entirely straight.Posted on March 26, 2014
Chicagoetry: Rainbow Bridge
By J.J. Tindall
The Eisenhower's man-made miracle.Posted on February 24, 2014
Chicagoetry: A Mind Of Winter
By J.J. Tindall
Ceramic images of Mary and Joseph calling dibs.Posted on January 13, 2014
Chicagoetry: Fang
By J.J. Tindall
He began to mock me in the most vicious and vehement tones.Posted on December 17, 2013
Chicagoetry: Creature Feature
By J.J. Tindall
I am a ghost of the union stockyards.Posted on October 26, 2013
Chicagoetry: Perhaps It's Time To Leave Damascus, Leave The Mask Behind
By J.J. Tindall
On maneuvers, just passing through.Posted on September 30, 2013
Chicagoetry: Stationary Freight Car
By J.J. Tindall
Do not apply vibrators.Posted on September 5, 2013
Chicagoetry: Frontier Day Off
By J.J. Tindall
Hit Submarine Tender and the USA Beverage Store.Posted on August 28, 2013
Chicagoetry: Death of a Blind Woman's Cat (Free Sons)
By J.J. Tindall
The martyrs of Forest Park.Posted on August 13, 2013
Chicagoetry: Green River Blues
By J.J. Tindall
Mixed with blood, it turns brown.Posted on July 10, 2013
Chicagoetry: Ladies And Gentlemen, The Rolling Stones
By J.J. Tindall
Fellas: I continue to cope with the meaning of the power of that image.Posted on June 11, 2013
Chicagoetry: Elegy For A Sign Painter
By J.J. Tindall
Some genius is out of a job.Posted on May 30, 2013
Chicagoetry: A Night At The Opera
By J.J. Tindall
The leather, the clubs, the shrieking, the blood.Posted on May 1, 2013
Chicagoetry: The Magic Bus
By J.J. Tindall
For Roger Ebert.Posted on April 5, 2013
Chicagoetry: J.J. Tindall's Dream
By J.J. Tindall
The double-album was a ruse!Posted on March 14, 2013
Chicagoetry: I Can See Fear In Your Eyes, Bon Jovi
By J.J. Tindall
Jail or J.J.'s art class.Posted on February 14, 2013
Chicagoetry: The Word Listen
By J.J. Tindall
The river and the expressway.Posted on January 30, 2013
Chicagoetry: The Time Machine
By J.J. Tindall
The Green Line and a dream.Posted on January 11, 2013
Chicagoetry: More Than A Feeling
By J.J. Tindall
Dude brought a rifle to school, Naperville Central, 1978.Posted on December 29, 2012
Chicagoetry: Bird of Prey
By J.J. Tindall
I am nobody's fool but my own.Posted on November 26, 2012
Chicagoetry: Like A Western Avenue Along Saturn's Icy Ring
By J.J. Tindall
That's what I saw in her tiny hand gesture on the train.Posted on November 21, 2012
Chicagoetry: Mercury In Retrograde
By J.J. Tindall
Suburban lanes become shattered rainbows.Posted on October 18, 2012
Chicagoetry: Whey Lion in a Glade
By J.J. Tindall
Trolls, tigers and texts.Posted on September 21, 2012
Chicagoetry: How Everywhere She Is
By J.J. Tindall
Now she's gone.Posted on August 29, 2012
Chicagoetry: Groovy Times
By J.J. Tindall
When the goddam blowtorch breaks.Posted on August 11, 2012
Chicagoetry: Red Wing, Yellow Sin
By J.J. Tindall
Sargent Blackbird at Navy Pier.Posted on July 18, 2012
Chicagoetry: Zoo of Shadows
By J.J. Tindall
The lion was my ambition.Posted on June 24, 2012
Chicagoetry: My Mind is Like a Rhododendron
By J.J. Tindall
Bacon fat and buttermilk.Posted on May 31, 2012
Chicagoetry: Re*ac*tor
By J.J. Tindall
My flimsy back-up generators signally failed.Posted on May 20, 2012
Chicagoetry: Sad Eyed Lady of the Northwoods
By J.J. Tindall
Her sin, my skin.Posted on April 16, 2012
Chicagoetry: Djinns of Catalina
By J.J. Tindall
The world is at the mercy of a ruined sky.Posted on March 18, 2012
Chicagoetry: Strawberry Town Forever
By J.J. Tindall
The other side of awesome.Posted on February 17, 2012
Chicagoetry: Big Fat 49 To Strawberry Town
By J.J. Tindall
A remarkable strategic failure.Posted on February 10, 2012
Chicagoetry: A Swan In A Swamp
By J.J. Tindall
An angel in my guts.Posted on January 23, 2012
Chicagoetry: Black and Blue
By J.J. Tindall
Spies in shirts, knaves in shoes.Posted on January 2, 2012
Chicagoetry: Holiday II: The Wizard of Is
By J.J. Tindall
Jesus: it gets old.Posted on December 19, 2011
Chicagoetry: Stingray
By J.J. Tindall
Well, I got the high handlebars.Posted on December 5, 2011
Chicagoetry: Holiday
By J.J. Tindall
God: enough already.Posted on November 21, 2011
Chicagoetry: A Wren in a Wreath
By J.J. Tindall
A golem of grief.Posted on October 25, 2011
Chicagoetry: Dead Daisies
By J.J. Tindall
Like a copse of oak and elm.Posted on September 26, 2011
Ten Years Gone
By J.J. Tindall
O Lord: I'm sorry.Posted on September 9, 2011
Chicagoetry: The Drowning
By J.J. Tindall
I wish I could write a promise.Posted on July 26, 2011
Chicagoetry: Metamorphosis
By J.J. Tindall
My mouth is full of cars.Posted on July 8, 2011
Chicagoetry: Buzz
By J.J. Tindall
Two choppers converge, south of Union Station.Posted on June 21, 2011
Chicagoetry: Maelstrom
By J.J. Tindall
Who betrayed who?Posted on May 31, 2011
Chicagoetry: A Suit of Jade
By J.J. Tindall
The lean mirage of Chinatown.Posted on May 17, 2011
Chicagoetry: Someone Might Still Love Me
By J.J. Tindall
Zeus farts and snores.Posted on April 25, 2011
Chicagoetry: Great Fire
By J.J. Tindall
The only king of my grief is me.Posted on March 24, 2011
Chicagoetry: Arterial
By J.J. Tindall
Gnarled hands grasping for sky.Posted on February 21, 2011
Chicagoetry: I Wanna Paint Really Cool Murals, Man
By J.J. Tindall
Elephants and sausages.Posted on December 27, 2010
Chicagoetry: Surfing to Byzantium
By J.J. Tindall
Getty in Byzantium, wailing on her Smart Phone.Posted on December 7, 2010
Chicagoetry: Son Of Some Other Guy
By J.J. Tindall
I'm the lonely one.Posted on November 17, 2010
Chicagoetry: Some Other Guy
By J.J. Tindall
Poet vs. Doctor.Posted on November 9, 2010
Chicagoetry: Saturday Afternoon
By J.J. Tindall
He savored the complacencies of a beer run.Posted on October 19, 2010
Beachwood Presents: Chicagoetry Live!
By The Beachwood Booksellers Affairs Division
Read your favorite!Posted on October 4, 2010
Chicagoetry: Congress Wars
By J.J. Tindall
I recall a black mayor.Posted on September 8, 2010
Chicagoetry: Black Ghost
By J.J. Tindall
I think my dad wanted me to be Sears Tower. I think my mom just wants me to be happy.Posted on August 3, 2010
Ballots From The Dead
The Beachwood Media Company Proudly Presents:
At once hyperlocal and universal, juvenile and mature; the stuff that rock 'n' roll dreams are made of.Posted on July 26, 2010
Chicagoetry: Forgive Yourself (Better Man Than Me)
By J.J. Tindall
Tired of wishes, empty of dreams.Posted on June 14, 2010
Chicagoetry: Exile on North Ave.
By J.J. Tindall
Words are people, buses, beers and rain.Posted on May 17, 2010
Chicagoetry: Rain of Light Clear as Christ
By J.J. Tindall
Dear God: can you imagine the sturm and drang?!Posted on April 19, 2010
Chicagoetry: Confession To The Future
By J.J. Tindall
I sold insurance on people's health, then prayed they'd die to spare my wealth.Posted on March 23, 2010
Chicagoetry: Carl Sandburg and Marilyn Monroe
By J.J. Tindall
Gods often die this way.Posted on March 15, 2010
Chicagoetry: St. Catherine of My Cock
By J.J. Tindall
Queen Slut of Babylon.Posted on February 16, 2010
Chicagoetry: Son Of St. Francis Of My Ass
By J.J. Tindall
Hell beyond the last suburb.Posted on February 12, 2010
Chicagoetry: St. Francis of My Ass
By J.J. Tindall
Nobody but me slams my door.Posted on February 4, 2010
Chicagoetry: Life
By J.J. Tindall
Bucktown dawn is dusk in Asia Minor.Posted on January 20, 2010
Chicagoetry: Funeral For A Bastard Year
By J.J. Tindall
Let the mud-soaked maggots feast.Posted on December 29, 2009
Chicagoetry: Bad
By J.J. Tindall
Wide awake. Not sleeping.Posted on December 8, 2009
Chicagoetry: Gleam
By J.J. Tindall
I and I accommodate the pratfalls of desire.Posted on November 10, 2009
Chicagoetry: Illumination
By J.J. Tindall
Then the Old Post Office became a sphinx.Posted on October 15, 2009
Chicagoetry: The Picture of Dorian Grey
By J.J. Tindall
The Invisible Man doing whatever it takes backstage to get the Fix put in.Posted on September 30, 2009
Chicagoetry: Oasis
By J.J. Tindall
Oak Park vs. my Humboldt Park garage.Posted on September 14, 2009
Chicagoetry: The Longest Spring
By J.J. Tindall
Send not to know where the lost season went.Posted on September 2, 2009
Chicagoetry: Shangri-La Shattered
By J.J. Tindall
A hoary hard-on replete with billboards and price-points.Posted on August 11, 2009
Chicagoetry: White Dream
By J.J. Tindall
City of Brass Balls, Narcissus of Cloudgate.Posted on July 20, 2009
Chicagoetry: Carnivale
By J.J. Tindall
I crave release from the heft of dreams.Posted on June 29, 2009
Chicagoetry: The Cloud Ulysses
By J.J. Tindall
Buried in Grant's Tomb. Living in Grant Park.Posted on June 2, 2009
Chicagoetry: Ode To A Hoover Bagless Cyclonic Action Quik-Broom With On-Board Tools
By J.J. Tindall
Every street light up Pulaski for forty blocks is lit.Posted on May 19, 2009
Chicagoetry: A Murder Of Tulips
By J.J. Tindall
Chicago is ego. My resume is obsolete.Posted on May 11, 2009
Chicagoetry: Rain
By J.J. Tindall
Just states of mind, but absolutely real.Posted on April 28, 2009
Chicagoetry: Dream Diary
By J.J. Tindall
Amy Sedaris on her bike in West Humboldt Park.Posted on April 13, 2009
Chicagoetry: Black Spring
By J.J. Tindall
I followed the star to the Empty Bottle.Posted on March 19, 2009
Chicagoetry: Intimations
By J.J. Tindall
The tyranny of assaulting air.Posted on February 24, 2009
Chicagoetry: Pigeon
By J.J. Tindall
I blanched at reports from a pistol in the alley.Posted on February 2, 2009
Chicagoetry: J.J. Tindall Is
By J.J. Tindall
Many things you are not.Posted on January 26, 2009
Chicagoetry: My New Job
By J.J. Tindall
Busted. Boned. Bereaved.Posted on January 12, 2009
Chicagoetry: Wonderland
By J.J. Tindall
How do I party with the holiday crowd?Posted on December 16, 2008
Chicagoetry: Elegy For Studs
By J.J. Tindall
This came to you from Chicago.Posted on November 14, 2008
Chicagoetry: Inaugural
By J.J. Tindall
Bind up our wounds.Posted on November 5, 2008
Chicagoetry: Life With Bon Scott
By J.J. Tindall
AC/DC in the pocket from Naperville to Rockford.Posted on October 27, 2008
Chicagoetry: Silent Supernova Symphony
By J.J. Tindall
Advantage, Chicago.Posted on October 7, 2008
Chicagoetry: Five Boys On A Golf Course
By J.J. Tindall
The Navy bore pall for all of us.Posted on September 11, 2008
Chicagoetry: Great Expectations
By J.J. Tindall
A swan dive off the Sears Tower.Posted on August 18, 2008
Chicagoetry: The Great Black Diamond
By J.J. Tindall
Feminine handiwork.Posted on August 11, 2008
Chicagoetry: Wish You Were Beer
By J.J. Tindall
Men cave, and then cheat.Posted on August 5, 2008
Chicagoetry: Barshomba And The Green Bunny
By J.J. Tindall
77th and Halsted.Posted on July 24, 2008
Chicagoetry: Beachwood Hamlet
By J.J. Tindall
A malcontent, recorder of deeds.Posted on July 21, 2008
Chicagoetry: Ode to Amy Jacobson
By J.J. Tindall
I was so psyched you were on that story.Posted on July 10, 2008
Chicagoetry: Trump's New Erection
By J.J. Tindall
Seriously, Donald.Posted on July 9, 2008
Chicagoetry: Regulated Militia Well
By J.J. Tindall
Regulated being necessary.Posted on July 7, 2008
Chicagoetry: Black Dog In Little Hell
By J.J. Tindall
My self-esteem went to bed in Lincoln Park and awoke in Goose Island.Posted on June 10, 2008
Chicagoetry: I Know I Am About To Be Looking Good
By J.J. Tindall
I'll try not to shine too bright.Posted on June 5, 2008
Chicagoetry: Division Street: Two Americas
By J.J. Tindall
Cliche America straining to be both rich and hip.Posted on May 21, 2008
Chicagoetry: My Silver Soul The Sea
By J.J. Tindall
Skyline of neon mausoleums. Olympian ghosts now loom.Posted on May 5, 2008
Chicagoetry: Elegy For White Power
By J.J. Tindall
We have moralized cocaine.Posted on May 1, 2008
Chicagoetry: A Modest Proposal
By J.J. Tindall
Is not their own self-eradication our wish?Posted on April 22, 2008
Chicagoetry: Come Back To The Five And Dime Bag, Stu Levine, Stu Levine
By J.J. Tindall
I was 'round the State Capitol when I saw it was time for a change.Posted on April 10, 2008
Chicagoetry: Mighty Santo At The Bat (The Cubs Will Shine In '69)
By J.J. Tindall
The time had come for Mighty Santo at the bat. Two Cubs on the basepaths, the opportunity was FAT.Posted on March 25, 2008
Chicagoetry: The Governor's Whore
By J.J. Tindall
You can have all the money and power in the world and still be a fucking bald, homely motherfucker who has to fucking pay for it.Posted on March 20, 2008
Chicagoetry: Pindaric Ode to Everett McKinley Dirksen
By J.J. Tindall
Maybe today somebody will Google you.Posted on March 13, 2008
Chicagoetry: Gimme Back My Bullets
By J.J. Tindall
Felt my pockets. All good.Posted on March 11, 2008
Chicagoetry: After Midnight In The Latin Quarter
By J.J. Tindall
Joyeria, lavanderia, licoreria, supermercado. Uh, and shuttered gates where Capitalism was late.Posted on March 5, 2008
Chicagoetry: Dudes
By J.J. Tindall
Dude, how 'bout a Pabst?Posted on February 21, 2008
Chicagoetry: It's Never Enough, Dear
By J.J. Tindall
Honey Bunches of Oats (all rights reserved).Posted on February 19, 2008
Chicagoetry: I Dreamed I Saw St. Valentine
By J.J. Tindall
Like a great bald eagle, with the visage of Tony Peraica.Posted on February 14, 2008
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