Category: Cleveland Poets
In which Adam writes poetry about Cleveland Poets.
a wryneck for Wascovich
If we were rust brothers before the rain and salt Before
there were no scarcities of tanks to tread
Before the slow toe warehouse of sound was a real
knife in my head Before the shine of steel nativity
Before we trussed the tracks for holocaust Before
sanctity forest murder black-coat cacophony
If we are rust, brother
Th[r]ough beer stale traceries and graffiti pissers
Though rage-cocked shout mastery pays no bills
Th[r]ough the bend sinister wending neighbor indolent
insolence neverending
Though weeks pass between fistclicks Though through
the rough thought caustic chaos meaning emergent life spark
Still we rust brothers