My Home Borough

by John Rocco

It’s all out of order
all upside down
Chaos King lunch specials
featuring two horses
eating each other.
The center can’t hold shit.
It was a rough weekend.
I can still feel the floor on my face.

In Queens
the heroes are everywhere
packed in plastic
dying to explode
their deeds on their faces.
I come from the
land of heroes
singing blood songs down
Union Turnpike
where everything is
broken
just because she
wasn’t there tonight.

I can hear it in the traffic,
I can feel it in the pipes.
She’ll be back and the
Caged bird I’ve been
looking for, lost too long,
will attack me in a bar
demanding that I buy
her a drink
her stockings perfect black
diamond divisions
of what lies between.


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