[Newspoetry] Poem of the Americas

[Sam Markewich 2]

Freedom's Just Another Loss for Nothing Left to Words
by Sammy "the real Benson" Markewich

Cop
Chop
Shop
Slop
Snoop
Stop
Swoop
Swoon
Top
Head.
I'm
Plumbers
Off
The
Streets.
Plungers
Suck
but a thread of butter.
but a dead of muck.
Brutal.
but a crumb,
failing.
of reporters.
Roving.
Roe V. Alaska.
Churning through Thickets of Bushes.
Milking through bloody.
. . . but a thread
Loose canines.
Human.
Down.
. . . but a thread of . . .
brutal re-orderers of time and remorse and words and time
and again . . . but a thread.
For ferocious hoods crashing thud on head on shoulder on collision.
Untruly Rulesoothes
quart of lye decision.
Dogged boom. boom.
ferocious stranger automatically emerging autumnal
cryptogramaticaliforniacopia brutally factored capital.
Is my mouth sMOOTh as a mound?
Falling.
Top condimentalist bottomlessly fed,
haplessly lied to,
apples pied
gutteralist
homeless
papers
opals
done
get
up
fed
your
bales
PalMal
of crackerjack
of yellow-bellied corn-hot decoder
of mudsucker
of proximity dog
approximately wrong.
Bottomed-up dead cop copy,
truthfully upside-down town 
flailing hall of strobe
but a thread of this-and-that
stagnating ersatz
nothing left to hear
nothing left to say
but a mere thread,
a monochromatic prism chasing,
and catching,
its one tale.
Halt.
It's democracy all over again.