By J.J. Tindall
Maelstrom
Meet the new boss –
tongue of bricks –
sharpening his trowel
to tuckpoint the Shithouse
as the excruciating maelstrom
expands, like a universe.
The new sky
is on every tongue
(Just the old sky
with a new tongue):
“Betrayal! The sky
betrays us!”
Who came first?!
The old boss.
Tongue of knives,
brood of knaves.
Who betrayed who?
The sky doesn’t lie.
The black winds whirl
with knives.
Shards of Giza,
specks of Gaza,
a torn receipt for condoms
impaled in an octogenarian oak.
Late spring fog along the watchtower.
Zephyrs of boats. Shears of bricks.
Life: excruciating labor,
trowels against the terror.
Summer’s here and the time is rife!
The new boss sharpens his tongue,
brick licks brick.
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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More Tindall:
* Chicagoetry: The Book
* Ready To Rock: The Music
* Kindled Tindall: The Novel
Posted on May 31, 2011