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Chicagoetry: A Swan In A SwampA Swan in a Swamp So: there's an angel a swan in my swamp. White swamp, snow bog, The egrets and heron belong seems wrong, a slim wizard a cherub Cottonmouth bastards, then this black-billed taking no guff. but the angel Warrior angel, WTF? God: I thought it was a brittle flamingo Meaty motherfucker. Here is my angel, my Thought I was a goner, It sits, it swims, it stares. Christ: like a loyal friend! The slush, the sluice, Thought I was a goner honking out some The herons for an answer. - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel Posted on January 23, 2012 |
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