This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO

They Scream Jordan

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is USA river
selling salvation between
Western Auto
and Mike's bar.
There's no Jordan
on Main Street,
only a river of pick-up trucks
and beaten Chevrolets.
At night, it's a river of fire
rolling on and on
past x-rated movies, pawnshops
drug stores and hot dog stands.
All night I sit, drinking
vodka in Mike's bar,
waiting for Dostoevsky
to rise with the heavy smoke,
to come alive
in the voices of the room.
The woman next to me says, It's war
out there. At dawn
I return to sleep
all day,
to dream Jordan.
Over my roof,
the whole sky is burning.


© 2007 adk/ andrédekorvin

Andrés Verse



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