Sedatives in the book

A poor city boy is steeped in the South,
like salted broth over the brain.
Awkward civilization here convinces you
there is no God and there is,
there is no center and there is,
or else—all is the ovary,
the sex of tall animals—
the good ones drunk and the vile
in power—how cancers operate
on themselves where professions
steer to the brink all our kids
we smart with the whip—
the creaking of our moral sense—


~ by Jeremy on June 12, 2013.

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