free stuff by Ryan Eckes

 

jesus didn’t want to be

a white cop millionaire

 

shake my hand, he says,

work w/ me

 

call swamp thing’s office

right now

 

watch yourself on tv

fall down

 

what kind of hall of fame

is this, everyone crying

 

bosses like to die in poems

so write them

 

everywhere

 

never thank a democrat

for anything

 

we’re not supposed to be

raped and killed

 

old trip, starved star, no it—all things

tremble w/ blood

 

“get a life!”

says a pigeon sandwich

 

to some activists pulling

the poor out the police

 

for life

 

who do you protect

who do you serve

 

a nazi crawls into the e.r. begging

for free stuff

 

broken windows, teeth of nation

in street, rain—water we can’t

 

drink