CL Writing Contest 2017 (Top 10 Poetry): After the Invasion

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Bayshore Boulevard, January 29, 2017


After the invasion

Pirate lovers lay bleedin into

Each other’s blood

Breathin offal tang into

Each other’s throats

Pasted together by last night’s jism


Glitter coats their milky corpses

Curtains, shades, ceiling mirror, a buddha

Die smears their lily faces

Dimmed, too, by portents to be

Forgotten for orange blossoms

In the early afternoon…

If they even rise

If they ever rise—a

String of beads trails from one of their

Clutching assholes



 Pinky’s closes at 2 o’clock, they gon get there in time?

Pinky’s closes at 2 o’clock, lord, lord, tell me, are they gon get there in time?

Cuz if they don’t go to Pinky’s, they gon have to find some other place to dine



 Thunder tumblin through sun’s bright upended bag

Broken Tito’s bottle twisted in the face of a toad

Barnacle traffic cone buggerin a dirty nimbus egg

Plastic bubbles roilin out a baffled sea creature’s mouth

Gutshot portapotty hemorrhagin into the gutter

Crushed red Solo after crushed red Solo, strange petals these

Where grass used to be, shiverin carpets of tape—and

Oranges, thousands of

Oranges cascadin down steel bleachers


Under a fetid circus tent, amid crumblin columns

Cementfilled skulls, waterlogged fibulas, gangrenous anchors

Black men, only black men

Labor to pull up stakes

Haulin on cords serenely

Tangled in infinity’s knot

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