Origami from Commissioner Gordon by Commissioner Gordon

Origami

I burned the passports and fled
faster than grease slicked hair in a texaco bathroom
harry dean stanton called out to me like a patron saint from paris, texas
he drove a white cadillac right off the lbj ranch, it had devil horns
I lit myself on fire with her words and lack of an appropriate response
when I wrote her name in hershey’s syrup atop my tin roof sundae ego
It was like a jim thompson novel except some poor bastard won

we’re all immigrants and our expectations have been punctured
spare tires shredded, debris mowed over on capitalist highways
garden gnomes hitchhiking to nowhere as Alaska burns
chiseling glaciers from our children’s teeth as we fish for plastic
landfill – landfill – landfill, our humanity recycled into extinction

i wonder what don delilo would say to this, the overture of excesss
the trail you believe you’re leaving, picked apart by scabrous winds
and a burrito deluxe from a carl's jr, this is the death of taste
i like the fetal position and all of the choices it remodels for me
it makes me feel like a ryan home, or a plan of them burning down

time to disinfect myself and while I'm at it change my bad attitude a little mister clean, a little draino in my viens, tis the season
to be jolly and fabricate no more especially when the constitution is on fire
death has always been legal on the poor motherfucker, now say yr prayers
abortion is being outlawed because big brother is jack the fucking ripper

Jason Baldinger/Charles Cicirella
5/23/19

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