By J.J. Tindall
I WANT TO LICK TEQUILA OFF YOUR THIGHS
Mourning Dove,
Town Crier,
Awaken to your
Power.
Sometimes all you do
Is moan
Bloody
Murder!
BUT YOU
PURGE US!
Attend: Your grief
Is your grace!
I’ll say it
To your face!
I dream it
Every night, nightmare
Of bliss,
A soft, quiet
Kiss . . .
Bleed
My six o’clock
Blues.
Liberator!
SING IT AWAY!
Say: Once we all
Bleed
We can
Breathe
Again.
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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on July 30, 2007