ST. JAMES' PARK
I broke you again
though I knew
that you slept with a knife.
I should have sharpened it for you
to allow myself
to be cut and to die
so I could fade in the glow of your relief.
Forty idioms about the chemicals in the chips.
Read them on the perfection of the youth’s high-top chucks.
no real black rabbits
no real black teeth
The reality is a microcomputer
The reality is death
The reality is an accountant with a disgusting amount of oxygen in a bag.
SHOT OUT THE LAMP
in council with myself,
embrace the death disco’s
as the entirety of the song.
FOR THE DEATH OF TOWN AND GOWN POWER STRUCTURES (1229)
of the riot bells
rising for and against themselves
The sons and daughters of the sermon on the mount!
Or forget it
Nothing to hail
(nothing to hail in the kingdom of Israel)
JOSHUA HART has had work published in Assonance Literary Magazine, Dink Magazine, Love Thy Pigeon, Haggard and Halloo, Voicemail Poems, Sweater Weather Gutter Eloquence Magazine, The Blackwater Review, The Troubadour, The Alien Mouth Journal, Synesthesia Literary Journal, and in a collaborative collection through Cutlines Press entitled "Collapsed Cartographies.” He has a chapbook entitled "Tell Me if I'm Alone Here (Electric Broadcasts)” available soon from Dink Press. He was born in Berlin. He now lives and works in the United States. He lived in the basement of the American Communist Party Headquarters for about a decade. One of these sentences is a lie.