28.2.10

God Damn This Tangent by Cody Davis

I'm stomping on ideas
That fly like geese in packs of V's
And shit on cars and around ponds
Then feed on swamp and clods of rock and dirt
That mix with the tar and soot
That drips like rain off blackened boots
Of steel workers ending shifts,
And starting cars,
And fucking wives,
And raping daughters.
They fly South for the winter.

1 chatty Kathys:

Tyler G said...

One thing I meant to tell you:

I think its great that you are sharing your poems with me and others, but be advised that when you are wanting to submit to places, most places don't take previously published pieces, sometimes including personal blogs. There are ways around this of course like lying or deleting.

Just wanted to address that.