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Jackson, MS

by Johnny Crimson

Scrapmetal,
the sum of all Gods.

Equal-lined
barbarian chronicle
of divorcee-laden mealworms..

Flavor fucked
with candy-ices
and crimson lined pixie sticks of static and mud.

The dew
of satiated honey-suckle knuckle punches
constitutes tactically placed knife-hands
in the night.

She called it Tuesday
and left her number on the nightstand.

11/24/2015

Posted on 11/24/2015
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 06/16/16 at 07:52 PM

Wow Johnny C. I'm not going to pretend I understand this. One thing I can say is one of our favorite memes (from local yokels way down below Jackson) shows a couple of soldiers heavily armed and suited in camo, saying, "cover me. I'm going to the store". What else can u expect in Jackson?!? I did, in fact, and for real see a news picture of a broken power pole duct taped back up. No joke.

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