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Poems by Dan Sicoli
all shook up
in there these short hairs
pumped up parodying
the king
swinging axes as if
they once could hack
at a melody
screaming
"i'm on drugs...i'm all
fucked up!"
and below these
dressupforeachothermommy suburbanites
slam dance to it all at center stage
spiked pinned dyed ripped
pseudo-neo-punks pretend life is a war
in packs they worship
little gods
suicide is still an alien virgin
if you're serious
become the night
lick dry heels of fallen winoes
abandon weapons
let wounds bleed freely
shave head with dull razor
eat public trash
sleep in cracked concrete cunt womb soul darkness
vomit at every opportunity
spit on doctor preacher police politician
train eyes to be frozen dead cat
french kiss anus of city
wake with it on your breath
give yourself no name
and exhale
and when you begin
to lust the ultimate
start counting backwards
from 10...
(Appeared in the anthology: All Shook Up: Collected Poems
About Elvis)
©2003 Dan Sicoli
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