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Chicagoetry: Great ExpectationsGREAT EXPECTATIONS It is the best of cities To live in. I made a bet. You bet! My dirty angels. I knew I'd need space When I was just a boy Ghetto. Burlington-Northern got me where I needed to Led Zeppelin, the Stones, Wax Trax, Bizarre Bazaar, eventually Max Hey: I didn't go The city. Dick Roeper, Mick Caplan, Salerno. Evan, Vinnie . . . Bar, Checkerboard Motherfucking If we stay?) Souled American . . . Then, I made myself take Of faith, a virtual swan-dive Onstage In a And read my terrified poem Not only did I survive, I found myself A city - J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. Posted on August 18, 2008 |
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