{"id":2894,"date":"2017-02-20T22:16:57","date_gmt":"2017-02-20T22:16:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2894"},"modified":"2017-02-20T22:29:49","modified_gmt":"2017-02-20T22:29:49","slug":"michael-n-thompson-winter-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/michael-n-thompson-winter-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael N. Thompson, Winter 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u00a0<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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AMERICA\u2019S SWEETHEARTS<\/strong><\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
It wasn\u2019t so long ago<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
that we lived like beasts<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
punch-drunk on dirty water<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Broken wings unfurl<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
laments are nevermore<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Jeri Cain Rossi wrote<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
\u201clet\u2019s get lost, Iris\u201d<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
in Red Wine Moan<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
and that\u2019s us<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
for better or worse,<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
the king and queen<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
of redemption<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Sifting through the wreckage<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
of life\u2019s horrors is hard enough<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Everything that you are<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
will still be in my veins<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
even after we turn to dust<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Maybe we\u2019ve become<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
more June and Johnny Cash<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
than Sid and Nancy, after all<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
This is the life<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
that we both deserve<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
These are the best moments<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
JUNEBUGS<\/strong><\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Reverend Keller leads a refrain<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
of \u201cThat Old Rugged Cross\u201d<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Words left unsaid<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
that should have been spoken<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
echo through the cathedral<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Footprints remain like tattoos<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
and forget me nots<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
fill up empty pockets<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
When the curtain falls<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
and the final scene ends,<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
there\u2019s not a dry eye in the house<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Everything dies,<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
that\u2019s just the nature<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
of things<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Nothing can change<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
all that you are<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
TOURNIQUET<\/strong><\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Corso engaged Genet<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
in a battle of wills<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
to see who deserved<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
the straightjacket more<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Ginsberg\u2019s vanity\u00a0<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
made it overtly obvious<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
that madness ran in the family<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Lew Welch caved from the pressure<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
and disappeared without a trace<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
into the great wide open<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Norse went running to Neeli<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
to declare Bukowski a bully,<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
but he wasn\u2019t breaking any news<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Kerouac\u2019s notoriety<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
was what they strived for<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
in the Beat Hotel<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
<\/u>\u00a0<\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Cassady was the man<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
they all wanted to be<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
and coming up short<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
only made them tie<\/u><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
the tourniquet tighter<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u00a0<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Michael N. Thompson likes bacon, fantasy football and Doctor Who. \u00a0His poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals including Word Riot, Toronto Quarterly<\/i> and San Pedro River Review<\/i>. He is the author of four poetry collections. His fifth, Days Of Swine And Roses, <\/i>will be released through University Of Hell Press in 2017. Michael is currently at work on a crime fiction novel. \"\"<\/span>www.michaelnthompson.com<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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