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Showing posts with label April 8 2010. Show all posts
Showing posts with label April 8 2010. Show all posts

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Explosive Monochrome [News Poem, April 8, 2010]

Explosive Monochrome [News Poem, April 8, 2010]
“We had a guy shooting... and now he's behind the building.”
“Uh, negative, he was, uh, right in front of the brad. Uh, 'bout there... one o'clock. Haven't seen anything since then.”
“Just fuck it. Once you get on 'em just open 'em up.” [4:34 LISTEN, transcription's wrong]
“I see your element, uh, got about four Humvees, uh, out along this uh—”
“You're clear.”
“All right. Firing.”
“Let me know when you get them.”
“Let's shoot.”
“Light 'em all up.”
“Come on. Fire!”
4:22-4:51
“Well it's their fault for bringing their kids to a battle.”
“That's right.”
15:29-15:33

http://www.collateralmurder.com/
http://wikileaks.org

With monochrome eyeballs the whirlybird watches
And likewise we're fixed on the ignorant target;
And both of us think of the black and white movies—
Those cellulose nitrates, those obsolete pictures
Of characters featuring colorless faces,
Of subjects long dead and the lingering stigma
Of monochrome colors in digitized footage:
The murder, it plays out like X-Box Three Sixty.

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Flak Jacket [Top Post of Yesterday's Guest News Poem by R. Toady, April 8, 2010]

Flak Jacket
By Rutherford Toady
http://carrioncall.blogspot.com

He walks swiftly, balancing
An unopened Can of Pepsi
On his clipboard until it topples off,
Thunks to the sidewalk.

He bends over, picks it up
And wordlessly sets it back on the board,

Clamping the dented can beneath his palm
As he darts across the street
And slips between the sliding glass doors.

Surely he must know
That the carbonation inside the can
Has become agitated, that
The can is now a bomb,
An aluminum grenade
Of volatile pop waiting
To have its pin cracked.
Surely he will take the time
To tap the top of the can
And hold it over the sink,
Pointing the spray safely away
When he flips the tab.
Surely he won't forget that.

Surely he won't take his drink
Directly into the meeting
Before opening it.
Surely today isn't the day
He decided to wear
His best, his only
Suit.

http://carrioncall.blogspot.com

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