"|| || || || J A I L || || || || ||" by Rebekah Morgan
|| || || || || || || || || || || || || you never saw me in my red jail jumpsuit
|| || || || || || || || || || || || || or ever had your own red jail jumpsuit
|| || || || || || || || || || || || || you never watched a Saw marathon in jail
|| || || || J A I L || || || || || or watched the Prince George birth madness in jail
|| || || || || || || || || || || || || or played jail basketball with your jail buddy in a 105 degree jail summer
|| || || || || || || || || || || || || you never stuffed your jail ears with hidden jail bread from jail breakfast
|| || || || || || || || || || || || || to jail sleep through endless clanging jail gates
"CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE LATE STAGE CAPITALIST SOUL:
Ride ’em hard and put ’em up wet (many colicing horses just lay quietly)"
Let fester within you
Instinct and Survival,
Instead of Security
I reckon peace of mind is nice
But the bedrock of the great experiments in
communal living cracked
Somewhere between the healthy food co-op
and Piggly Wiggly
From the two black holes
in my thick-billed, drowsy skull
I can see that the borders, foreign and
dark and great, are still generally disfigured
Go to the store and you’ll find the crack
Out of all the melons and pears
The sweet peppers and the sour cherries,
The huge eau de nil cabbages, peaches, and garlic
You’re gonna fall for some innominate roly-poly thing
covered in pimples and festering sores
And you’re gonna let it fly up and lick your face
for a dollar
And you’re gonna say wow this mess is divine
Wow, call it our “tantric traditions”
"The red cardinal of Virginia was once prized as a pet" by Rebekah Morgan
You’re not a cardinal, you are sticks of honey
For rodents
I run away from girthy black poplar forests
Across fields filled with shit and brown hares, fleein’
And the ugly king dwarves penetrating small fairies
Near rotting logs
I wanna cruise around in a car with a girl
Who is a secretary
A just okay secretary
And I want her to tell me
That she likes my new skirt
I’ll keep her forever
Feed her only one totally organic apricot a day
I’m a real constructive worker
I am a worm, I make dirt