Chicago - Dec. 13, 2017
Music TV Politics Sports Books People Places & Things
 
Beachwood PP&T
Our monthly PP&T archive.
Chicagoetry
Rhymes for the Times.
Beachwood Bookmarks
So You've Decided To Be Evil
Vintage Beer Signs
Easy Bar Tricks
Best of Craigslist
Wacky Packages
Chicagology
Taquitos Snack Food Reviews
How Products Are Made
Everyday Mysteries
Chicago Zombie
FAIL
Texts From Last Night
Fuck My Life
Awkward Family Photos
QuackWatch
Alcademics
Lamebook
Ultra Local Geography
Uncyclopedia
Best Pinball Machine Ever
Land of Sky Beer Waters
Calumet 412
Chicago Patterns
Vince Michael's Time Tells

Chicagoetry: Bird of Prey

Bird of Prey

I won't say
I'm no longer a child but
I am not the child
I used to be.

I didn't grow up
In the wild, I was raised
Tame.

But I've always had my claws.
Got good at certain games.
Adapted to certain immutable laws.

Life is a nightmare
Of relentless fury.

The charm wears off
As the bodies pile up.

I fight like the devil
For my comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy.
My heart is Rome

And my arteries
Aqueducts

Of blood.
I fear evil. I am nobody's fool
But my own.

I am an owl
Of fortitude, an osprey
Of faith.

I channel my rages
Like blood down an aqueduct,
Trying to burn

Symbols into the stone.
Must Rome burn for me to sing?!
God is prey.

-

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



Permalink

Posted on November 26, 2012


MUSIC - The Weekend In Chicago Rock.
TV - Cricket vs. Brexit.
POLITICS - Corporate Spies Like Us.
SPORTS - Why Was This Game Even Scheduled?

BOOKS - Postdictatorship Argentina.

PEOPLE PLACES & THINGS - Public Lands Matter.


Search The Beachwood Reporter

Subscribe To Our Newsletter
Email:

Follow BeachwoodReport on Twitter



Beachwood Radio!


Ask Me Anything!



Wool and Hoop