Hey guys, finally, some poetry from ol' Christopher Rufflebottom. This is one of two poems I wrote on the fourth of July. Happy birthday, America, you fuck! Long live rock and roll! To read the other companion poem to this, check out: bohococo.blogspot.com. Baklava!
it’s my country’s birthday today.
bless you in five ways, oh America:
bake those apples in clove and dump cinnamon on their hides;
catch a horse and attach beer bottles to its black mane;
tumble a firework stand in dust and run it raw with red meat;
heckle a spectacle and kick it over a car tire;
be bold and shoot your gun into the supple sky.
there-in now we all feel awkward and just, we have baseball and we have sex and we have our