THIS IS OCCUPATION
This is occupation. This is an air-raid.
This is starting over. This is the end of
all things planned for. He has two hundred hours
free for the killing
now that she has taken the shovel. He has
taken to resting under hills. His arms ache
after waking curled in the same heep he curled
asleep in last night.
These are left on a dirty quilt, sold
five bucks each at flea markets in a lead
town surrounded by towers, spot lights, guard shacks,
highways empty of
snow banks, blockades. In spite of whatever
treaties signed, whatever toasts toasted since then,
this is occupation. Dozens of sirens
humming with she’s gone."
Curtis is doing a live reading in NYC on April 16th
he is one of the only poets
that kills me.
lets go.. I'll find out where
@ zero friends...437 E. 9th st. 7pm
btwn 1st and A