By J.J. Tindall
This was written on August 25, 2007, but never posted. The opportunity has arisen this week to correct that oversight.
ODE TO AMY JACOBSON
I was so
psyched
that you
were on that
story.
I could tell,
like me,
you could smell
it on
the Prick.
I remember
the late, great
Phil Walters, eyes-
wide with indignation
gaping to
Camera
when Stickney police
killed
a deaf black
man. filled
him with
lead
off I-
55. Phil contravened
a regulation
by letting his
subjective
outrage
show.
Awww . . .
Well,
nobody’s
perfekt.
–
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 10, 2008