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III. Jicarilla Apaches in New Mexico
Revisionists!
there are holes
opened on your palms
the ones we mistake and walk into
choose a design
a lone shoe
in the middle of the street
i would offer you my jacket
if it were supernatural
but I wouldn’t handle it and pull it out from under you
an anti-Christ with a rock chakra
to a boy scout
or a pervert at a stop sign across a park
leaking out a generation
a pool of holy water
from the artic fallen ice shelves
on your hands
the holes widening
changing nature
impressively naive
Ken stands
on the street corner
on tectonic plates
squeezing
folding between his legs
waiting for a shift
at the doorway
to the massage parlor and red lamp
where she will step out into the morning
the foreign girl who
take universes
our disposable universes
acting acts of life.
III. Jicarilla Apaches in New MexicoJicarilla Apaches in New Mexico
Kelvin Mega Farm and Cotton Company
The road to Vegas
The Chiricauhua Apache
Unforgivable rite for aide like a foreign country
Architects of line
Breaks
Space between Vegas
There are times for nothing to come
A spotlight on a gas station shell
A star that has gone out deliberately
Altruism
The thunderstorms are still coming
From warrior spirits
Over the sand, plains, mountains
Touching down tornados
Sometimes they say
Death still moves men
To believe in God
And the destiny
It holds
Badinfinity, the Hegelian term given life and a second name through Sartre (bad faith), is the soulnumbing modern experience of civilization given bureaucracy in the digital age. These poems are pointed and moving, a singular voice in the white noise that surrounds us.
The Stranger is Tobias Deehan’s second work of poetry with guerillalit, and finds him stretching the boundaries of the poetic form in both aesthetics and language. Also features some work by fellow writer Eugene Ellsworth.
