IDENTITY STATEMENT

i am
a son of a bitch in
every elegant sense
born of a queen arrogant
like the bear's midsummer
i am hence
the prince
claiming every foul sense
stupid arrogant
the bear
awake in winter
on mother's day
i chance every chemical
justified
i scream a drunk wind

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TREE VERSE

we be revoluntionary
organic even
timely like tree verse
insurrection's iambic manic
be like free verse
tribes dying for black
of rhyme and syncopate
stitch in whine saves
none
we revolutionary's work is
never done         we be steady
on the run----next reading
the gig is on
armaggedon's fugitive comes
again       next don
everything's all
something here
swinging blunt metallic riffs
blue by when or if
death might surprise us
before commercials
let it be welcome if---
our contracts say
residuals fly---
and a new generation
rises to chatter
contractually live but as
the dead sell more than
the grieving
we be revolutionary
by any means contrary
(whenever death might surprise)
semantically severe
like free verse
professed by these
escalade priced escapades
versed freely where
samples ballots be sold
bullets not included

Poems by keith roach
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