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Chicagoetry: A Lake Michigan Of The MindBy J.J. TindallThose most longed for and never achieved.Posted on May 15, 2019 Chicagoetry: Two Blues LyricsBy J.J. TindallDJ play the movies all night long.Posted on May 7, 2019 Chicagoetry: The Black CatBy J.J. TindallWard heelers, angry drunks.Posted on April 7, 2019 Chicagoetry: Like A Rembrandt In CandlelightBy J.J. TindallLike the difference between the Great Plains and the Kettle Moraine.Posted on March 4, 2019 Chicagoetry | Courtyard Still Life: Cardinal And CricketBy J.J. TindallApartment building acoustics prevail.Posted on February 18, 2019 Chicagoetry: Treadwell At The DuSable MuseumBy J.J. TindallMission Accomplished.Posted on February 4, 2019 Chicagoetry: The Umpteenth WardBy J.J. TindallWhole precincts of voters write in the same hand!Posted on January 21, 2019 Chicagoetry: Springsteen On Broadway (My Cousin Nora)By J.J. TindallMom grew up at 197 Liberty Street.Posted on December 18, 2018 Chicagoetry: Black Ice BluesBy J.J. TindallThe whole world is booby-trapped.Posted on December 3, 2018 Chicagoetry: I Am Iron ManBy J.J. TindallLet us coalesce.Posted on November 15, 2018 Chicagoetry: West Town BluesBy J.J. TindallEven Joey the Clown had to move.Posted on October 15, 2018 Chicagoetry: The Single Greatest Cab Ride In The History Of The Free WorldBy J.J. TindallWhen 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-FriedhamBy J.J. TindallHow shall I wear my hair/To declare my attitude/About the high American noon?Posted on September 5, 2018 Chicagoetry: Ten Angels Too ManyBy J.J. TindallI am not a man of faith!Posted on August 28, 2018 Chicagoetry: A Tree Grows In PeotoneBy J.J. TindallAnd within it rests a bird named Tomorrow.Posted on July 31, 2018 Chicagoetry: Wells At DearbornBy J.J. TindallPrivate 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 MoonsBy J.J. TindallI exist to resist.Posted on July 2, 2018 Chicagoetry: The Mind Is A LeopardBy J.J. TindallShe scans the horizon for enemy and prey.Posted on June 25, 2018 Chicagoetry: Bison At The Atom SmasherBy J.J. TindallSome time ago, somebody slaughtered my ancestors. Now we just chill.Posted on June 1, 2018 Chicagoetry: King LoveBy J.J. TindallThe kids had Glocks.Posted on May 11, 2018 Chicagoetry: Darling BudsBy J.J. TindallWind and mind.Posted on May 4, 2018 Chicagoetry: HappyBy J.J. TindallFor about 10 minutes.Posted on April 19, 2018 Chicagoetry: BiteBy J.J. TindallStray dogs, service truck blind spots, Harlem Avenue.Posted on April 5, 2018 Chicagoetry: Death In ChicagoBy J.J. TindallYou absolutely must let it come.Posted on March 26, 2018 Chicagoetry: MotherBy J.J. TindallSoft landing, in hospice jargon.Posted on February 19, 2018 Chicagoetry: Flight Of The IguanaBy J.J. TindallI didn't know iguanas lived in trees. And I didn't know they fall when they freeze.Posted on January 29, 2018 Chicagoetry: SickBy J.J. TindallMore lovely, longer lease.Posted on January 16, 2018 Chicagoetry: Metal Machine MusicBy J.J. TindallNothing, really nothing to turn off.Posted on December 31, 2017 Chicagoetry: Winter MiceBy J.J. TindallFatalistically determined to attain heaven.Posted on December 18, 2017 Chicagoetry: New Fucking Frying PanBy J.J. TindallIt's about feminism.Posted on December 4, 2017 Chicagoetry: The Ballad Of Johnny SunshineBy J.J. TindallA premeditated collage of desire.Posted on November 27, 2017 Chicagoetry: The Moon Must Be Heaven, DesolateBy J.J. Tindall(We've mentally rehearsed jumping off the Michigan Avenue bridge.)Posted on November 9, 2017 Chicagoetry: The War Of The RainbowsBy J.J. TindallHurtling 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 HeartBy J.J. TindallI mean to introduce articles of impeachment.Posted on October 18, 2017 Chicagoetry: Black Jeans In White Tel AvivBy J.J. TindallAs if, during a recession, you stage a World's Fair.Posted on September 25, 2017 Chicagoetry: 77 Minutes After 8By J.J. TindallWhat else is a sky like me to do at times but rain?Posted on September 18, 2017 Chicagoetry: September 1, 2017By J.J. TindallWe must love one another. Or die.Posted on August 31, 2017 Chicagoetry: Ozymandias In High DefinitionBy J.J. TindallThe song remains the same.Posted on August 15, 2017 Chicagoetry: Bike On A TightropeBy J.J. TindallI can indulge in false bravery!Posted on August 7, 2017 Chicagoetry: Blues For AllahBy J.J. TindallLord of the Dead, Silence and Love.Posted on July 10, 2017 Chicagoetry: Wreck On The HighwayBy J.J. TindallYou ponder the protocols of sirens.Posted on June 5, 2017 Chicagoetry: Old MainBy J.J. TindallLike a Frankenstein of good, old-fashioned government.Posted on May 10, 2017 Chicagoetry: People Made Of Rain Could Wreck GodBy J.J. TindallRoaming, self-contained cities of withering pain.Posted on April 18, 2017 Chicagoetry: Fresh HellBy J.J. TindallScorned lovers, spurned suitors, scammed marks, improbable revenge plots.Posted on April 9, 2017 Chicagoetry: Ray Rayner & FriendsBy J.J. TindallA strange, somber man named Orion talked about hog futures and fertilizers.Posted on March 22, 2017 Chicagoetry: Ballistics Exonerate The FuriesBy J.J. TindallBullet spray from a passing Chevrolet?Posted on March 6, 2017 Chicagoetry: LopeBy J.J. TindallOnly the dead have no regrets.Posted on February 13, 2017 Chicagoetry: Damocles In K-TownBy J.J. TindallLike some Beaux Arts Brigadoon.Posted on January 16, 2017 Chicagoetry: Reservoir DogsBy J.J. TindallLike a Senate, or a City Council.Posted on January 10, 2017 Chicagoetry: When The Levee BreaksBy J.J. TindallI don't pray, I run.Posted on December 12, 2016 Chicagoetry: Black TupeloBy J.J. TindallThe dives of Division Street, uncertain and afraid.Posted on November 14, 2016 Chicagoetry: Down The South Branch Of The MindBy J.J. TindallWhere things open up a little.Posted on October 24, 2016 Chicagoetry: My Emotional Shedd AquariumBy J.J. TindallGuitarfish Lucille as Shame.Posted on October 3, 2016 Chicagoetry: Houses Of The HolyBy J.J. TindallMy "local" is Forest Home in Forest Park.Posted on September 1, 2016 Chicagoetry: WhirlBy J.J. TindallWind is weird.Posted on August 9, 2016 Chicagoetry: I Walked Into RainboBy J.J. TindallAnd I need to take the Metra BNSF. And there's just no way.Posted on July 20, 2016 Chicagoetry: Night JetsBy J.J. TindallThis highway is like a molten river.Posted on June 20, 2016 Chicagoetry: The ConversationBy J.J. TindallThe bullies, the sports, the opportunities.Posted on May 24, 2016 Chicagoetry: Violets/ViolenceBy J.J. TindallAny young flower can be arresting.Posted on May 2, 2016 Chicagoetry: LoonBy J.J. TindallUnattended packages/Or suspicious activity.Posted on April 11, 2016 Chicagoetry: All The Panthers Are RoseBy J.J. TindallOnly one can become Leader.Posted on March 15, 2016 Chicagoetry: Vestiges Of Lilacs In TimeBy J.J. TindallLike Woodstock, or maybe Lockport.Posted on February 15, 2016 Chicagoetry: Bare TreesBy J.J. TindallFallen star men, lost heroes.Posted on January 18, 2016 Chicagoetry | Christmas Ghost Story: The Peppermint KidBy J.J. TindallThe video is said to be hideous.Posted on December 14, 2015 Chicagoetry: Every Cloud A SphinxBy J.J. TindallNo Kalashnikovs, no suicide belts, no dirty bombs . . .Posted on November 16, 2015 Chicagoetry: LongshadowBy J.J. TindallI wish I was taller, thinner/Had more discipline at dinner.Posted on October 14, 2015 Chicagoetry: SpurBy J.J. TindallJu-Ju Eyeball smelled the boiling blood.Posted on September 13, 2015 Chicagoetry: Psycho KillerBy J.J. TindallThe Quaker Parrots of Washington Park/Suppress their parochial squawk.Posted on August 17, 2015 Chicagoetry: Dancing With MenBy J.J. TindallRemembering Neo.Posted on July 21, 2015 Chicagoetry: HeavenBy J.J. TindallDreamliner my ass.Posted on July 6, 2015 Chicagoetry: A Black Horse Grazes The Red Grass Of MarsBy J.J. TindallYou'll see I'm right when we conquer the stars.Posted on June 8, 2015 Chicagoetry: Michigan City BluesBy J.J. TindallDeath shall be my condo in Miami.Posted on May 5, 2015 Chicagoetry: Christina Hendricks SaidBy J.J. TindallAt a recording studio underneath the United Center.Posted on March 31, 2015 Chicagoetry: Spring SongBy J.J. TindallLight a scented votive.Posted on March 16, 2015 Chicagoetry: ChicagoBy J.J. TindallI am an oligarchy / Of letters and laws, / Bettors, debtors / And broken jaws.Posted on January 24, 2015 Chicagoetry: Pinball Lizard/Guitar ZeroBy J.J. TindallLike 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 MetroBy J.J. TindallUnattended bag.Posted on November 24, 2014 Chicagoetry: Sixteen Movies AgoBy J.J. TindallHeavy with greed.Posted on October 22, 2014 Chicagoetry: Mirages Of Matchstick MenBy J.J. TindallThere beneath blue suburban skies.Posted on September 23, 2014 Chicagoetry: Sphinx Of ProcopiusBy J.J. TindallThe legend of Lisle.Posted on August 27, 2014 Chicagoetry: Little WingBy J.J. TindallAn Eden of scrub.Posted on July 21, 2014 Chicagoetry: Eddie At BonnarooBy J.J. TindallCleansing his soul with youth.Posted on June 18, 2014 Chicagoetry: Blue Line BluesBy J.J. TindallNo i-Phone, ear-buds, tabloid or book.Posted on May 20, 2014 Chicagoetry: GothamBy J.J. TindallA city of dreams must exist in the night.Posted on April 28, 2014 Chicagoetry: Fingerprints Of A DaydreamBy J.J. TindallMy line wasn't entirely straight.Posted on March 26, 2014 Chicagoetry: Rainbow BridgeBy J.J. TindallThe Eisenhower's man-made miracle.Posted on February 24, 2014 Chicagoetry: A Mind Of WinterBy J.J. TindallCeramic images of Mary and Joseph calling dibs.Posted on January 13, 2014 Chicagoetry: FangBy J.J. TindallHe began to mock me in the most vicious and vehement tones.Posted on December 17, 2013 Chicagoetry: Creature FeatureBy J.J. TindallI am a ghost of the union stockyards.Posted on October 26, 2013 Chicagoetry: Perhaps It's Time To Leave Damascus, Leave The Mask BehindBy J.J. TindallOn maneuvers, just passing through.Posted on September 30, 2013 Chicagoetry: Stationary Freight CarBy J.J. TindallDo not apply vibrators.Posted on September 5, 2013 Chicagoetry: Frontier Day OffBy J.J. TindallHit 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. TindallThe martyrs of Forest Park.Posted on August 13, 2013 Chicagoetry: Green River BluesBy J.J. TindallMixed with blood, it turns brown.Posted on July 10, 2013 Chicagoetry: Ladies And Gentlemen, The Rolling StonesBy J.J. TindallFellas: I continue to cope with the meaning of the power of that image.Posted on June 11, 2013 Chicagoetry: Elegy For A Sign PainterBy J.J. TindallSome genius is out of a job.Posted on May 30, 2013 Chicagoetry: A Night At The OperaBy J.J. TindallThe leather, the clubs, the shrieking, the blood.Posted on May 1, 2013 Chicagoetry: The Magic BusBy J.J. TindallFor Roger Ebert.Posted on April 5, 2013 Chicagoetry: J.J. Tindall's DreamBy J.J. TindallThe double-album was a ruse!Posted on March 14, 2013 Chicagoetry: I Can See Fear In Your Eyes, Bon JoviBy J.J. TindallJail or J.J.'s art class.Posted on February 14, 2013 Chicagoetry: The Word ListenBy J.J. TindallThe river and the expressway.Posted on January 30, 2013 Chicagoetry: The Time MachineBy J.J. TindallThe Green Line and a dream.Posted on January 11, 2013 Chicagoetry: More Than A FeelingBy J.J. TindallDude brought a rifle to school, Naperville Central, 1978.Posted on December 29, 2012 Chicagoetry: Bird of PreyBy J.J. TindallI am nobody's fool but my own.Posted on November 26, 2012 Chicagoetry: Like A Western Avenue Along Saturn's Icy RingBy J.J. TindallThat's what I saw in her tiny hand gesture on the train.Posted on November 21, 2012 Chicagoetry: Mercury In RetrogradeBy J.J. TindallSuburban lanes become shattered rainbows.Posted on October 18, 2012 Chicagoetry: Whey Lion in a GladeBy J.J. TindallTrolls, tigers and texts.Posted on September 21, 2012 Chicagoetry: How Everywhere She IsBy J.J. TindallNow she's gone.Posted on August 29, 2012 Chicagoetry: Groovy TimesBy J.J. TindallWhen the goddam blowtorch breaks.Posted on August 11, 2012 Chicagoetry: Red Wing, Yellow SinBy J.J. TindallSargent Blackbird at Navy Pier.Posted on July 18, 2012 Chicagoetry: Zoo of ShadowsBy J.J. TindallThe lion was my ambition.Posted on June 24, 2012 Chicagoetry: My Mind is Like a RhododendronBy J.J. TindallBacon fat and buttermilk.Posted on May 31, 2012 Chicagoetry: Re*ac*torBy J.J. TindallMy flimsy back-up generators signally failed.Posted on May 20, 2012 Chicagoetry: Sad Eyed Lady of the NorthwoodsBy J.J. TindallHer sin, my skin.Posted on April 16, 2012 Chicagoetry: Djinns of CatalinaBy J.J. TindallThe world is at the mercy of a ruined sky.Posted on March 18, 2012 Chicagoetry: Strawberry Town ForeverBy J.J. TindallThe other side of awesome.Posted on February 17, 2012 Chicagoetry: Big Fat 49 To Strawberry TownBy J.J. TindallA remarkable strategic failure.Posted on February 10, 2012 Chicagoetry: A Swan In A SwampBy J.J. TindallAn angel in my guts.Posted on January 23, 2012 Chicagoetry: Black and BlueBy J.J. TindallSpies in shirts, knaves in shoes.Posted on January 2, 2012 Chicagoetry: Holiday II: The Wizard of IsBy J.J. TindallJesus: it gets old.Posted on December 19, 2011 Chicagoetry: StingrayBy J.J. TindallWell, I got the high handlebars.Posted on December 5, 2011 Chicagoetry: HolidayBy J.J. TindallGod: enough already.Posted on November 21, 2011 Chicagoetry: A Wren in a WreathBy J.J. TindallA golem of grief.Posted on October 25, 2011 Chicagoetry: Dead DaisiesBy J.J. TindallLike a copse of oak and elm.Posted on September 26, 2011 Ten Years GoneBy J.J. TindallO Lord: I'm sorry.Posted on September 9, 2011 Chicagoetry: The DrowningBy J.J. TindallI wish I could write a promise.Posted on July 26, 2011 Chicagoetry: MetamorphosisBy J.J. TindallMy mouth is full of cars.Posted on July 8, 2011 Chicagoetry: BuzzBy J.J. TindallTwo choppers converge, south of Union Station.Posted on June 21, 2011 Chicagoetry: MaelstromBy J.J. TindallWho betrayed who?Posted on May 31, 2011 Chicagoetry: A Suit of JadeBy J.J. TindallThe lean mirage of Chinatown.Posted on May 17, 2011 Chicagoetry: Someone Might Still Love MeBy J.J. TindallZeus farts and snores.Posted on April 25, 2011 Chicagoetry: Great FireBy J.J. TindallThe only king of my grief is me.Posted on March 24, 2011 Chicagoetry: ArterialBy J.J. TindallGnarled hands grasping for sky.Posted on February 21, 2011 Chicagoetry: I Wanna Paint Really Cool Murals, ManBy J.J. TindallElephants and sausages.Posted on December 27, 2010 Chicagoetry: Surfing to ByzantiumBy J.J. TindallGetty in Byzantium, wailing on her Smart Phone.Posted on December 7, 2010 Chicagoetry: Son Of Some Other GuyBy J.J. TindallI'm the lonely one.Posted on November 17, 2010 Chicagoetry: Some Other GuyBy J.J. TindallPoet vs. Doctor.Posted on November 9, 2010 Chicagoetry: Saturday AfternoonBy J.J. TindallHe savored the complacencies of a beer run.Posted on October 19, 2010 Beachwood Presents: Chicagoetry Live!By The Beachwood Booksellers Affairs DivisionRead your favorite!Posted on October 4, 2010 Chicagoetry: Congress WarsBy J.J. TindallI recall a black mayor.Posted on September 8, 2010 Chicagoetry: Black GhostBy J.J. TindallI 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 DeadThe 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. TindallTired of wishes, empty of dreams.Posted on June 14, 2010 Chicagoetry: Exile on North Ave.By J.J. TindallWords are people, buses, beers and rain.Posted on May 17, 2010 Chicagoetry: Rain of Light Clear as ChristBy J.J. TindallDear God: can you imagine the sturm and drang?!Posted on April 19, 2010 Chicagoetry: Confession To The FutureBy J.J. TindallI 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 MonroeBy J.J. TindallGods often die this way.Posted on March 15, 2010 Chicagoetry: St. Catherine of My CockBy J.J. TindallQueen Slut of Babylon.Posted on February 16, 2010 Chicagoetry: Son Of St. Francis Of My AssBy J.J. TindallHell beyond the last suburb.Posted on February 12, 2010 Chicagoetry: St. Francis of My AssBy J.J. TindallNobody but me slams my door.Posted on February 4, 2010 Chicagoetry: LifeBy J.J. TindallBucktown dawn is dusk in Asia Minor.Posted on January 20, 2010 Chicagoetry: Funeral For A Bastard YearBy J.J. TindallLet the mud-soaked maggots feast.Posted on December 29, 2009 Chicagoetry: BadBy J.J. TindallWide awake. Not sleeping.Posted on December 8, 2009 Chicagoetry: GleamBy J.J. TindallI and I accommodate the pratfalls of desire.Posted on November 10, 2009 Chicagoetry: IlluminationBy J.J. TindallThen the Old Post Office became a sphinx.Posted on October 15, 2009 Chicagoetry: The Picture of Dorian GreyBy J.J. TindallThe Invisible Man doing whatever it takes backstage to get the Fix put in.Posted on September 30, 2009 Chicagoetry: OasisBy J.J. TindallOak Park vs. my Humboldt Park garage.Posted on September 14, 2009 Chicagoetry: The Longest SpringBy J.J. TindallSend not to know where the lost season went.Posted on September 2, 2009 Chicagoetry: Shangri-La ShatteredBy J.J. TindallA hoary hard-on replete with billboards and price-points.Posted on August 11, 2009 Chicagoetry: White DreamBy J.J. TindallCity of Brass Balls, Narcissus of Cloudgate.Posted on July 20, 2009 Chicagoetry: CarnivaleBy J.J. TindallI crave release from the heft of dreams.Posted on June 29, 2009 Chicagoetry: The Cloud UlyssesBy J.J. TindallBuried 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 ToolsBy J.J. TindallEvery street light up Pulaski for forty blocks is lit.Posted on May 19, 2009 Chicagoetry: A Murder Of TulipsBy J.J. TindallChicago is ego. My resume is obsolete.Posted on May 11, 2009 Chicagoetry: RainBy J.J. TindallJust states of mind, but absolutely real.Posted on April 28, 2009 Chicagoetry: Dream DiaryBy J.J. TindallAmy Sedaris on her bike in West Humboldt Park.Posted on April 13, 2009 Chicagoetry: Black SpringBy J.J. TindallI followed the star to the Empty Bottle.Posted on March 19, 2009 Chicagoetry: IntimationsBy J.J. TindallThe tyranny of assaulting air.Posted on February 24, 2009 Chicagoetry: PigeonBy J.J. TindallI blanched at reports from a pistol in the alley.Posted on February 2, 2009 Chicagoetry: J.J. Tindall IsBy J.J. TindallMany things you are not.Posted on January 26, 2009 Chicagoetry: My New JobBy J.J. TindallBusted. Boned. Bereaved.Posted on January 12, 2009 Chicagoetry: WonderlandBy J.J. TindallHow do I party with the holiday crowd?Posted on December 16, 2008 Chicagoetry: Elegy For StudsBy J.J. TindallThis came to you from Chicago.Posted on November 14, 2008 Chicagoetry: InauguralBy J.J. TindallBind up our wounds.Posted on November 5, 2008 Chicagoetry: Life With Bon ScottBy J.J. TindallAC/DC in the pocket from Naperville to Rockford.Posted on October 27, 2008 Chicagoetry: Silent Supernova SymphonyBy J.J. TindallAdvantage, Chicago.Posted on October 7, 2008 Chicagoetry: Five Boys On A Golf CourseBy J.J. TindallThe Navy bore pall for all of us.Posted on September 11, 2008 Chicagoetry: Great ExpectationsBy J.J. TindallA swan dive off the Sears Tower.Posted on August 18, 2008 Chicagoetry: The Great Black DiamondBy J.J. TindallFeminine handiwork.Posted on August 11, 2008 Chicagoetry: Wish You Were BeerBy J.J. TindallMen cave, and then cheat.Posted on August 5, 2008 Chicagoetry: Barshomba And The Green BunnyBy J.J. Tindall77th and Halsted.Posted on July 24, 2008 Chicagoetry: Beachwood HamletBy J.J. TindallA malcontent, recorder of deeds.Posted on July 21, 2008 Chicagoetry: Ode to Amy JacobsonBy J.J. TindallI was so psyched you were on that story.Posted on July 10, 2008 Chicagoetry: Trump's New ErectionBy J.J. TindallSeriously, Donald.Posted on July 9, 2008 Chicagoetry: Regulated Militia WellBy J.J. TindallRegulated being necessary.Posted on July 7, 2008 Chicagoetry: Black Dog In Little HellBy J.J. TindallMy 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 GoodBy J.J. TindallI'll try not to shine too bright.Posted on June 5, 2008 Chicagoetry: Division Street: Two AmericasBy J.J. TindallCliche America straining to be both rich and hip.Posted on May 21, 2008 Chicagoetry: My Silver Soul The SeaBy J.J. TindallSkyline of neon mausoleums. Olympian ghosts now loom.Posted on May 5, 2008 Chicagoetry: Elegy For White PowerBy J.J. TindallWe have moralized cocaine.Posted on May 1, 2008 Chicagoetry: A Modest ProposalBy J.J. TindallIs not their own self-eradication our wish?Posted on April 22, 2008 Chicagoetry: Come Back To The Five And Dime Bag, Stu Levine, Stu LevineBy J.J. TindallI 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. TindallThe 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 WhoreBy J.J. TindallYou 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 DirksenBy J.J. TindallMaybe today somebody will Google you.Posted on March 13, 2008 Chicagoetry: Gimme Back My BulletsBy J.J. TindallFelt my pockets. All good.Posted on March 11, 2008 Chicagoetry: After Midnight In The Latin QuarterBy J.J. TindallJoyeria, lavanderia, licoreria, supermercado. Uh, and shuttered gates where Capitalism was late.Posted on March 5, 2008 Chicagoetry: DudesBy J.J. TindallDude, how 'bout a Pabst?Posted on February 21, 2008 Chicagoetry: It's Never Enough, DearBy J.J. TindallHoney Bunches of Oats (all rights reserved).Posted on February 19, 2008 Chicagoetry: I Dreamed I Saw St. ValentineBy J.J. 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