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Chicagoetry: Blues For AllahBlues for Allah "What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a thing; - "Blues for Allah," lyrics Robert Hunter, music Jerry Garcia Commuting home The expressway parallel Daydream of my favorite Not only is he Lord of Silence Of Love. He holds two Like mine?), a crook And a flail to whip With blood-red rubies, Co-opted by the Pharaohs - Also he commands the moody river. The expressway, this highway, To heaven. This is a sin, A river only There goes another hearse, On the delta Of Osiris. We thrust (bracing The detritus of fallen gods, Toward immaculate sunset. To the east, skyscrapers Mark the shoreline Sky-blue buildings They seem nearly invisible. The train rolls on as dusk beards - 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 * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on July 10, 2017 |
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