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retina soup

John Jessup Kennan 1953 (Pomona)

she was stubborn
in irritation if not
incense that we had in
her mind been relegated to
insignificant eyeballers

it mattered to
her to matter

we railed in
our boxcars against
movie scenes and
syrup holes even as
razorwire and cicadas
were secured
lice and ebola freed in
the name of
we are all
one

we sat in our eyeball
seats forced to hear
sermons of cannibals
meat is meat
remove your clothing step
lightly into the
pot yes scream
scream to the
heavens so your god
can hear you from way
down here
i like my meals
noisy and filled with
passion

lights flickered from
the administration
below as we sat in our
eyeball classrooms seeing
blinds
you are poets she
said say it and
say it loudly
but even the proud must
know when to
shrink

rooms of
spirit felt cool of
laughter creating
itself in bubbles as
syrup dripped through
holes
we scrubbed our TV
screens so we could
hear the dripping
concisely
remove your clothing
meathead your tongue is
worthy only of its
taste in my mouth as
i consume you

cinematic show trials
played big that
year thought on trial
philosophy rendered
meaningless by gats

i'll meet friends for
breakfast while i
still can vegans are
allowed here
we will not devour each
other though carnivores
and i will attempt the
impossible task of
explaining eyeball
syrup holes and
smatterings of poets
splattered on
chalkboards so for
now i will
defy definition leave

categorization to
those with file
cabinets

 © John Kennan 3-28-21
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