Jan Steel - 3 poems + 2 drawings

LOCAL BRAWL

Rats ‘a comin!
Dozens!
Like an army watch out!
They’re comin’ for yer load!

Poor boys
running away from home
got nowhere to go
lonely farms and beat up trucks
sniffing dirt and fucking all year ‘round

Pay yer bills
drink yer milk
dig yer grave
soon you’ll be sleeping there!

Dreams are for the lucky
you can’t make yer own money.

​Good luck.

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SYMPATHY

Swollen plant
sympathetically cries
unfolding, vomiting, lamenting
cerebrating, rambling, growling, raving, rattling, scribbling,
thinking, thinking, thinking, THINKING!

And by the power of God!
- Nothing happens. 

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ORGANIZE THIS!

ADA, let me tell you my way of living
my words are true and free
you might learn something from me.
No charge.

Doctors, Western doctors
you should be ashamed
if you can’t drug it
cut it
or radiate it
you stop to care.

Imbalance.
Metabolism.
Poor vitamin control.
In a world with processed shit and poisoned air
I’m always glad to live the next day.
FDA, NIH
Where does your money go?
Why do I have to pay for something incurable?

Government,
conspiracy of silence
gimme my justice
and keep your dick in your pants.