Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Chicago Poem #99

"We did it!" we said,
to each other in the streets.
We meant, "We set ourselves up!"
We meant all that shit we talked.

"I am disappointed!" We exclaimed.
"I thought it was our time but it isn't!"
We looked over in the corner, and somebody
whispered to us, that guy owns the place

And that's when we knew
we were about to get more than our noses broken...

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Chicago Poem #2

King's not dead just stepping down.
A perpetual Prince is the best, safest kind of king.
The lake's unfinished but doesn't seem that way
from space.
The lakefront is a work of art in constant flux
And someone is always about to eat you alive.
Some invasive Asian carp was slouching towards Wacker.
Time to get out, you've been sent for
By the biggest shouldered brute,
It's time.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Chicago Poem #21

I hope you sign LeBron or Dwayne
Because it always feels like home there.
And maybe this time I can be genuine
in my love of iconography
For a city so shot through with ask.

Where have you gone my gray-eyed planetarium?
And what have you bulldozed my cheesecake beef?
I spent so many nights on the Old Style veranda
I smoked so many lungs in the mouth of a new wave
And it was hard to find a job I didn't hate.

But hate for a job is the City that works.