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