From “How the City Drags": Three Poems
not nihilism but
These politics are artful and easily categorized next to
what you’d say to yourself ten years ago:
A little
Chest pain meets
Cop killer meets
The place where heaven used to be
(We are the
generation of
No death and other
nervous laughter)
(We are on
our second
attempt at
memoir)
“… get beneath the battle…”
“… not nearly depressed…”
“… my depression is traditional…”
The greatest actor just has a fake lean
(And a three-month coke habit)
There isn’t much else to do
Poetry
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July 30,
2019
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5-minute
read
how the city drags, pt. v
I told a cop I was sober for a decade
He said he didn’t care
I made an L shape and cocked it
He called me an easy son
He said he swallowed pavement
I said I swallowed pavement, too
For this reason
We’ll never be friends
plastic bags of plastic bags
My seven-car garage is vegan and so should you
My five-bedroom house has changed its profile blue
My erotic fan-fiction is called The Bad Boy Price Match Guarantee
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Head to the sundial
And maintain a dangerous relationship with yourself
Endure new bone growth
And accept the inevitability of your success
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“We know not where the children sleep…”
Prison décor: is no longer analogy
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There’s a pile of rags at the border
Making tires squeal
In reaganesque delight
Don’t be alarmed
But the fire
Is on fire
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“After fifty, work is a transcendental pursuit because it has to be.”
“Yeah, I read that article, too.”
Sam David
is a Canadian-born, European-based poet. He is the author of three collections—Thinking About Goodbyes, Home (And Not), and Enduring Freedom—and a fourth to be released summer 2019. His work has been featured in Free Lit Magazine and Shrapnel.
All collections can be read or purchased through his website samdavidwords.com.