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Momma,

Posted to Action Poetry




there's gonna be revolution.
Tell your bingo playing crones
it's gonna be beautiful ugly.
Tell my jonesing brother
it's gonna be charismatic whips.
Tell your existential psychotherapist
it's gonna be caterpillar bombs.
Tell your simpering poet friends
we're the Hell's Angels of Poetry,
with our two-fisted prayer
and white noise knuckles.