My Video Game for
Andy Clausen In
my video game, Allen Ginsberg calms police Into
putting away nightsticks, Chickadees
peck at the windows of Muslim bakeries, Truth-bound
monk sits years on end, A
woman opens up an orphanage Where
trees stand quiet once again. In
my video game, the leaves are sixty colors. We
free ourselves from these lifetimes Of
search and destroy, securing the nation, Locking
down cities, locking down the populace With
sacrilege and blasphemy Though
the gods are everywhere. 3
January 2005 [Published in Mantra Winds: Poems 2004-2010. © 2010 by Jim
Cohn.] |
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