Jayne Cortez: Online Poems
There It Is
And if we don't fight
if we don't resist
if we don't organize and unify and
get the power to control our own lives
Then we will wear
the exaggerated look of captivity
the stylized look of submission
the bizarre look of suicide
the dehumanized look of fear
and the decomposed look of repression
forever and ever and ever
And there it is
SUMMIT
A meeting between two men
two views
two arms devoted to racing
two old land fills dumped in
office of boozing eagles
in bureau of carousing penguins
vodka of my hiccuping pencil
scotch of my vomiting eraser
and everything depends on
this day's drunken storm of prayer
this day's icebreaking calm at the
bottom of the summit of polyester pants
tonight in cloudy eyes of irritated marines
tomorrow in dead spot of the index
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