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“With Hands Like Hunter S. Thompson” by Rhett Archelis
God’s tears don’t fall on the Highlands.
They wash down from the Ohio
with barges and coal
and ropes of smoke pulling taut
i look straight down from Zorn Avenue;
i dream about workers
workers with black, calloused bodies
and cloudy, reddened eyes.
i see them
at the mouth of the river
wheezing before children,
dying before Jesus,
and swimming across my daydreams
in a dense, grey sky.
i turned my back
and i thought of men,
gyrating across my city.
They’re taking five
out in Ivanhoe Alley.
little, chemical pressure points
across from St. James
across from their parents
across from red skin, and
swollen, suede-colored eyes.
They’re breaking colors in half
and breaking bottles in stairwells.
Boys jump forth,
women lie back,
men wear tattoos to hide,
and little girls cry with their mothers.
The breeze pours upon me like whiskey.
i almost fell
like Lucifer and God knows what i’ve seen.
Young, wrinkled warriors
selling boomers on Baxter Avenue
ready to lash out
and breathe waste into the lungs of Old Louisville.
They toss screams and bullets into the winds
like they once flew kites at Seneca.
When their forefathers woke at night
with sweat upon their white hands that took decades to wash
hands that cover their lips when they hack
from their days in the Appalachian rocks.
Their teeth shifted and cracked
from that old medicine:
general store liquor
and dipped tobacco.
His ears are weak
from cave echo
and rock dust.
His hands are stained
That dark red
like spilled blood in molasses.
It comes flowin’ down the river.
The theme of the day is “camaraderie.”
Give ‘em hell with those you love at your side.
Lying in bed all day isn’t worth it, but any bit of worth left me a long time ago.
HARDCORE JOB-HUNTING TODAY.
It’ll be a lot easier to manage my personal blog now that my laptop is working again.
…bored. The lack of passion in this place is disturbing and upsetting.
Someone save me. You’re needed.
NEW TITUS ANDRONICUS ALBUM OUT IN NOVEMBER!
Why can’t I go see them in Nashville with Archers of Loaf and Screaming Females?
Money sucks, yo.
Starting this new blog of entirely personal material.
It will be all personal notes, photos, poetry, stories, and musings.
…here we go…