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liam swanson
I WNT 2B A HRDLYNE COMMUNIST

Dads climbing stairs to your apartment
Angry accented street beyond


gapes like mouth
Stupid and painful chrysalis


Yes this is the labor of woman
dying and reborn at the grocery store


Mistrust the goat’s milk
The dripping low medicine of herbs


and the watchful metal eye
Thunk I Uh — Thunk I I Thunk I Oh --


In the 30s, Mao was already asking
When will we bind the dragon with


the grey cord? R asks if the wind scares
me too sometimes Nature becomes


interpolated by capital and pushes
itself against the windows


Oh, I I — Oh, Uh. I I Oh — Yes I Want Uh
Uh — Oh — Raise Your Consciousness


by touching objects of various shapes!
Pencil, cat, human hand, a starved thing


Yes that’s the role of a dad
Determine, crush, unfold


Unfold that cretin and build me
a bike with which to revolution on


Unfolding dads
ripped up sheets


tiny misspellings
The overflowing toilets of Chicago


Falling in love over and over
Capital wants you to think


death is close and untouchable
I want you to touch me or


just think about it, like a pretty surgeon
Bury food under your house


The Co-Op is the mouth and
Whole Foods is the anus


That’s called re-appropriating
the state monopoly on violence!


Food desert studded with vomity air planes
What I want Uh — What I Uh — Take off


my I I Uh — What I take off — Oh Uh
Sexy knees baby fold those joints


across my nose and mouth Huh?
Close your eyes listen to all


the bells sad fricked wind chimes
Little cuts in the sky


“I want everyone to stay the same
hold my hand / tell me you won’t


change / stay just
like this” Little knife


butter dish in domestic poem and other
social factors determine your body


This, one of the least
neglected fields of revolutionary struggle




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LIAM SWANSON is an MFA student at the University of Arizona. He has poems forthcoming in Cartridge Lit. Follow him on twitter @liamsswanson
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