well, there ya go


Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days is now out from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS www.punkhostagepress.com only $15 plus shipping

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nothing to lose, right?

Nothing to Lose (or Freedom)

i need to be
that guy …
the next one in line
as the door closes,
the last one picked,
the “we just sold out”
of every kind of whatever
you’re looking for,
the flat tire,
the flat busted…
left for dead,
fucked over six ways
to Sunday,

that guy whose lover
stole a pigeon heart
and took a big dump
on his head.
fuckery, so insane
so very needless…

all reason, if there ever
was any–
is totally obliterated.

want to be that guy
“that kind of pissed that leads not to revenge
but to a reckoning”

people will shed a lone tear
and shake their head a lot
i will keep on gathering great poems
sharing the news about great poets
new ones
old ones
killer ones
fucky ones
we’ll call it
the “didn’t make it to twitter
because it had too much
character” book

i want to drive down the great river road
i want a reading
right now!
in bars
and bowling alleys
i want to read/scream
at bikers and rednecks
housewives and whores
i hope they throw stuff
and spit on me
chase me out to the car
“we don’t like your kind
’round here”
but they will secretly
worship me
and my freedom
and my hoard of poets
from the suburbs
the city
the farm
they’re multiplying like gremlins
one dash of sit and spin
and they’re out ruining christmas

i want them all
(not to make them famous)
to make them infamous
to spread their disease
of think
of cut out the bullshit
and get to the point
i want America
in her glazed over Red Bull eyes
to really
wake the fuck up
this is no time to let it ride
the great depression
is your brain on ice
your investment in image
the “i’m okay- you’re okay” is a dead hippie lie
the 1% is selling everything
is selling you, me..
McDonald’s and Twilight books
medication via
TV ads
the party is over
the beatniks are dead or dying
the outlaws are a joke
the wild west is tamed, my friends
rail against that which seeks to defeat you
every day
every hour
get in your car
don’t kill the first thing that gets in your way
kill em all
kill em all
kill em all,
they call us the X generation
with nothing to lose
but our Nirvana CDs
and Fight Club on DVD
didn’t you get the memo?
the they have
co-opted your identity for mass marketing
you can now buy
the special edition director’s cut t-shirt snuggie toothpick rim job
with decal

get the fuck
out of your house
and stick a fist up their ass for doing this
don’t buy the hype
use it against them
like those goddamn
nothing to lose
asshole poets
that you love

–Michele McDannold
from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days
Punk Hostage Press

Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days by Michele McDannold from Punk Hostage Press