By J.J. Tindall
A Few of My Favorite Things
I dig
Rainbo,
comfort foods,
Guinness, cigarettes
of just about
any kind,
Posted on October 29, 2007
Chicagoetry: The Great White Dope
By J.J. Tindall
The Great White Dope
We collude in a conspiracy of silence.
We intrude on the poor, demanding coke.
The Children’s Crusade to re-take Humboldt Park
Commemorated the dead. For every line we do,
A bullet blasts into an innocent child’s brain.
But not in Barrington. For every line we do,
Posted on October 25, 2007
Chicagoetry: My Mom Tried To Prevent Me From Seeing Led Zeppelin
By J.J. Tindall
My Mom Tried To Prevent Me From Seeing Led Zeppelin
“Isn’t that
the one where
they got into fights
sleeping out
for tickets?”
As the saying goes, “my blood ran cold.”
Posted on October 19, 2007
Chicagoetry: Smilin’ Dave Eigenberg
By J.J. Tindall
Smilin’ Dave Eigenberg
Even Sex
in the City men
have to be
high-school
freshman
at some point.
Posted on October 18, 2007
Chicagoetry: Diane Swonk, The Next Mrs. J.J. Tindall
By J.J. Tindall
Diane Swonk, The Next Mrs. J.J. Tindall
Lean, lithe, lovely
and loaded,
Kerridwen, goddess
of knowledge
and inspiration,
Golden Hair:
Posted on October 12, 2007
Chicagoetry: Depression
By J.J. Tindall
Depression
MOON:
BLISTERED MIRROR-
BLACK DOG-
BLEAK KNAVE-
FICTION OF FAILURE-
Posted on October 10, 2007
Chicagoetry: Bronze Gilead
By J.J. Tindall
Bronze Gilead
What sticks, sticks.
What sings,
sings.
Faith is the daughter
of a lilac
dusk,
Posted on October 8, 2007
Chicagoetry: Allen Ginsberg Festival of Life
By J.J. Tindall
Allen Ginsberg Festival of Life
Just east of Balbo
and Michigan,
Uncle Allen began
his Buddhist
chant. The Festival
of Life
Posted on October 2, 2007
Chicagoetry: The Hawk
By J.J. Tindall
The Hawk
Faces in the bitter cold
crowd:
A frozen bough breaks
under a murder
of sleek crows. Rooks
shriek beneath
the black-winged
clouds.
Posted on September 27, 2007
Chicagoetry: Ode To Lyndon Baines Johnson
By J.J. Tindall
Ode To Lyndon Baines Johnson
I dig that we have a history of talking Presidents into
lousy wars. We have WMD, he had Tonkin. His People kept insisting we could win in Viet Nam, then,
when they realized we were hosed,
they
scattered. Dig a Lonely Texas President. Wow: Democrats
do it,
too!
Posted on September 26, 2007