Among the fort lawned greens and Huxtable hedges you find me there
In pink seersucker with damp granola in my palm
And an overinflated basketball at my disposal
You see me through an empty swear jar and I look ascared
I text you just to hear your clever ringtone
‘So you want to wear Andy pants’
Ray Ray
Judicial Juciness
Friend Farm
CORROBORATORIUM
Framing, Nighting, Politing
The Long Held Sip
It could feel cool if we let it
Like gym quality steel
In the grip of a retired snitch
Don't ever say to anyone you shouldn't have told me that
I like to think maybe the retired snitch is holding the empty swear jar. Double-fisting.
ReplyDeleteMy New Critical approach suggests to me that the retired snitch = The Revolution. OH WAIT that is NOT New Criticism it is New Historicism. That gym quality steel is circulating, my friends.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I really understand what New Historicism is. Don't tell Rutgers. (And/or, Rutgers has failed me.) I also don't really understand 'the culture wars.' Maybe you had to live it to get it.
ReplyDeleteI think the culture wars are maybe still happening? but I might not understand them either.
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