Postmodern Poetry - Xanax Pop by Lewis LaCook

I can hear conversations through
the window the voice of the people
elastic in phantom melody

I prepare my body for aesthetics
muscles clustering in sullen knots

Here in lorain we steal copper tubing
we steal metal we steal tempests we steal
something to define our bellies

as summer blurs our idle talk Why
don’t you know what a beautiful

and dangerous animal you are Pouring
cannabis out on an oak desk
for sorting out luscious green wink

You know that’s just where they join

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