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Chicago - Oct. 18, 2018

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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: Reactor

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