Someone outside a homeless tent
asks for America's monarchy back.
Others want to post a red flag
on demands for democracy's foreclosure.
Well we miss being told what to do
for food that much. State warns:
Free will increases chances of
turning gay. Must be exorcised.
Let's hock liberty for flying fists.
Equality needs to be measured.
Someone's going to send a dove
and that's when we'll snap. Life
in peacetime is how nukes get
dropped. Why are there no good
victories about mutually assured
destruction? Not even a reservoir
could hold us back. It takes a child
to feed a village for wartime, wealth
distributed equally. This country's
a Slip and Slide onto a dance floor
that ends in a big brawl. If everyone
mad stomps hard enough, the world
can stop, spin back towards posterity.
intent to leave.
In place of gun,
walk with intent
hazy stare of
a meth trance,
make those who
watch state line
think you will
wander back in
on own accord.
No matter how
hot, do not ever
open up, extend
arms out until
you’re far from
to paint eternal
Chad Parenteau hosts Boston's long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His latest collection is The Collapsed Bookshelf. His poetry has appeared in journals such as Résonancee, Molecule, Ibbetson Street, Pocket Lint, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, Off The Coast, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, dadakuku, Nixes Mate Review and anthologies such as French Connections and Reimagine America. He serves as Associate Editor of the online journal Oddball Magazine.