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Chicagoetry: Re*ac*torRe*ac*tor My skull became a nuclear reactor, burned white. of grievous but universally human circumstance, imminent. Like: minding my own forced into a sense of compassion and that of others. Thaaat's just great. My flimsy back-up generators to automated genius. Suddenly, my very being depended they saved my sorry-ass skull, to blow off bilge, bile and steam. I presumed my genius until life had some other Finally my crew held me down, to acknowledge and channel This explains the jaunty beret. I thought life would level out DOES NOT HAPPEN. is a job for life. it tastes good to me. It's a job hard to find. - 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 May 20, 2012 |
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