FANZINE

Right Down To The Job
a mash-up of Allen Ginsberg & Third Eye Blind

I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
America this is the impression
I get from looking in the television set:

Back down the bully to the back of the bus &
tell them that’s just my battle scar.
I am talking to myself again.

I haven’t read the newspaper for months, everyday
somebody goes on trial for murder, like
your pissed off poets, your women’s groups.

Everybody’s serious but me,
a summertime hottie
with her socks in the air screaming
GO FUCK YOURSELF AND YOUR ATOM BOMB.

Well, nobody took your pride away.
My mind is made up there is going to be trouble.
America how can I write a holy litany?
I’d better consider my national resources.

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_{Tracy Dimond co-curates Ink Press Productions. She is the author of Sorry I Wrote So Many Sad Poems Today (Ink Press 2013) and Grind My Bones Into Glitter, Then Swim Through The Shimmer (NAP 2014), from which the above poem is taken.}