Vanessa Dwyer

The 1st Street News



Non-Prophets profit
proof is in act #741333
Cut me a slab of
fly meat
& meet me in the park.

I'm ready to anoint you
with water from the gutter
there you will die
an already ready death.
Bring all your neckties
& authoritative t-shirts
look
listen
kneel
pray
Television is on.

I'll show you what you need to see.
I hate it that you're blind by choice.
Color of rose turns to black
on the glasses we drink from.

Returning you now
to lay wilting in front
of the cardboard that you have become.

TURN OFF THE T.V.

Heads or Tails



You better eat meat
get ready for war.
Vegetarian death marches
use caution at yellow lights.

You had better run.
No winning in the city's
heat red-faced flashes,
flushing out impurities
with a flip of a coin.

Let's not spare the injustices
the sweetness swims
in our mouths.
We used to be soft
until the bricks
kneeled to our thickness
for we hold up the earth.

Roll Call



The showgirls whistle about
their waffle house dreams
as flowers suck on dirt juice.
Screaming joviality 'till blood
spurts from the eyes of
new beginnings with suits & sailors
One order up
with a hot gun brewing
uprooting people
from wild entangled sleep.