Chromosomes of Some Chrome

Chromosomes of Some Chrome

A Poem by Jon Mahaffie

like wrought iron and wine, 
our blood is divine 
as a brittle lyre and vine
that twist/unwind like a kind
of fish on the beach
spending the last of his time
pumping air through his lips
and gasping at the rhyme of tides,
the moon and human minds,
but he doesn't understand this,

the wires in tangle, the hiss greens on fire
as a sign we coexist as liars and cysts
to fight and drink, we coincide with missed
hits by the choir that list empires of fists
higher than hooks as a risk of metal s**t
we're meddlin' with to fix, in our high rises
a drip of nutrition, two parts war and attrition 
and we're pitchin a perfect game as we piss
in the visions of those that close the divisions

We feed your mouths with black powder
and the dehiscent flower of this nuclear hour 
is a nuclear strike from our nuclear power 
and the inflorescence of this adolescence 
is the flinging of presents on a tight rope wire.
We're given chromosomes of some chrome to
harden our hearts, let us charge into homes
unknown with a flight of video drones,
to dethrone any thoughts from the top of the dome,
and supplant what they are, with the s**t that they're shown 

© 2023 Jon Mahaffie


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the last stanza is especially potent and this entire poem could have been written today and it would have as much pertinence....

all of this is going on as we speak....history does repeat...and we never seem to learn.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Wow. Really, just wow. (This is why I hardly leave reviews -- I can never think of anything constructive to say!) I just wanted to let you know how much I truly enjoyed this piece!

Posted 7 Years Ago



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