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PURCHASE THE DIGITAL COLLECTION (2013)
John Ono Lennon
B. 10.9.40 Liverpool / D. 12.8.80 Manhattan
Homicide / Gunshot
The news today did me in.
New Jersey child protective services
lord lord lord, not again.
not again; Israel in my heart I want you gone.
Today’s news stopped my heart; everything but the beating. Animal and machine, I absorb, process, secrete.
Beautiful world, I can’t look at you.
Trivia comforts me not at all anymore. A few facts
where’s the Crimea
where’s Weehawken Street
fuel my passage through a stale twenty minutes here and there as I imagine party quizzes, admiration, prizes; or I picture chances to opine
Uma Thurman photographs badly
Golf is a land use issue
Othello is too sad to re-read
Weehawken Street smells like nigg*rs.
I’m back at the kitchen sink, scouring the sticky rice pot.
Again again again.
Leave the house, go to church, take the train.
Embroidered on sweat pants, in Asia:
the cries of optic nerves, like netted dolphins
I’d love but I’m out.
Money spoiled sports. Money spoiled movies. Money spoils everything
and having it isn’t fatal enough.
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