Thursday, December 1, 2016

Kristen de Kline # 36 - Grand Theft Auto

are poets thieves?
      thieves poets?
charge sheets morph into poems
rip them out: words phrases
don't be gentle
wobbly teeth, pointy like fangs
torn out of xeroxed police briefs
the word ACCUSED scribbled diagonally in pink Texta

in her interview the accused said
it was an accident no comment couldn't find the brake can't recall
vehicle stolen at  9:57 pm, recovered three and a half minutes later, 10:00pm
in her interview the accused said
it didn't even leave the bloody driveway

     you can hear
the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
the Violent Femmes in the dealer's house, thrash it down, add it up
kiss off into the air:

a serious offence says Senior Constable what's her name
maximum ten years inside .... with your priors you're looking at ...
     burn it down, hit it up
     you can hear
stray chords from Cell Block H:
"I used to give her roses, I wish I could again ..."
Violent Femmes on high pitch, max vol, from ice house:
     I hope you know this will go down
     On your permanent record
Indictable offence: You MUST go to court

"I ran outside and yelled at her screaming she was stealing my car"
Crank up those Femmes meth-head:
Oh yeah well don't get so distressed
Did I happen to mention that I'm impressed
oh yeah run yell scream steal oh yeah
everything everything everything
      turns blue
you can all just kiss off
     into the air
walk blindfolded, backwards into a blizzard of ice


  1. So great, Kristen. With all my priors it's life.

    1. Hi Rob - that made me laugh! Yes poets with priors - actually that's a great title for another poem!!!


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