Didactic Allegory, With Pettiness
We Communists never conceal our political views. Definitely and beyond all doubt, our future or maximum program is to carry China forward to socialism and communism. Both the name of our Party and our Marxist world outlook unequivocally point to this supreme ideal of the future, a future of incomparable brightness and splendor.
Do you remember
in like 2012, I guess,
that thing that came out
about the poets,
“comfortable and/or rich”?
Well, I remember this guy I knew
whose name was on there
(comfortable),
I liked him a lot,
walking around all day,
happy and industrious
in corduroy pants,
whistling unless I'm imagining the whistling,
and I, all the time afterwards
wanting to say hey man,
give me twenty
fucking dollars right now
why not
I know you can I know
you wouldn’t even feel it going
then, every day, sunshine, autumn, quietness,
him going his own brilliant way,
me lying dead from cannon fire in the grass
all my garbage parts dewy with red goo
and my thumbs doing thumbs-ups to the severed air
and twenty dollars in my teeth--
him somewhere on the blinking earth
paying for his own coffee,
or else me on the blinking earth
paying for mine
This takes place during the brief period when everyone in Philadelphia was reading The Grand Piano for some reason.
in like 2012, I guess,
that thing that came out
about the poets,
“comfortable and/or rich”?
Well, I remember this guy I knew
whose name was on there
(comfortable),
I liked him a lot,
walking around all day,
happy and industrious
in corduroy pants,
whistling unless I'm imagining the whistling,
and I, all the time afterwards
wanting to say hey man,
give me twenty
fucking dollars right now
why not
I know you can I know
you wouldn’t even feel it going
then, every day, sunshine, autumn, quietness,
him going his own brilliant way,
me lying dead from cannon fire in the grass
all my garbage parts dewy with red goo
and my thumbs doing thumbs-ups to the severed air
and twenty dollars in my teeth--
him somewhere on the blinking earth
paying for his own coffee,
or else me on the blinking earth
paying for mine
This takes place during the brief period when everyone in Philadelphia was reading The Grand Piano for some reason.
Holly Raymond is a PhD candidate at Temple University. Her chapbook ""Mall is Lost"" was published by Adjunct Press in 2019. It's all sold out now though so forget it.