Eating Cheeseburgers in Hell- Jack Shaw

Posted: January 12, 2011 in Poetry
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i understand there is a difference

between going there, or not

the fluff expense isn’t for the faint of heart

mind, or the mechanics of any machine

she says “what you wanted” in reply

like there lay the trump card, jack o’ clubs

“while we were dreaming” for fucks sake

dreaming, as if it mattered whether we were ever truly awake

and now broken underneath great lampshades

the light is off, temporarily

the bulb is cool by choice

which is why i have exited the “L”, and started walking

the last thing i remember is dinner

thai food, as nina walks through

almost terry-cloth like cotton tee

and dickies, just the way i see her in dream

then twenty questions as the snow began to come down

each snowflake its own blizzard, a true nor’easter

and i had only one tall boy that evening

and the spicy wine muscles, like it matters now

so i figure why not in the air of confection

why not go all caveman and shit, speed and day terrors

cigarettes and liquor with all the tops

plastic, metal and cork, all the while eating cheeseburgers in hell

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Comments
  1. PRIME PICKINS HERE…DOES THIS PLACE HAVE A GOOD EYE FOR POETRY OR WHAT MAN?

  2. Jack Shaw says:

    mad respect; a great “anti-literary Journal” chalked full of HIGH stuff right here.

    ~cheers,

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