Saturday, January 22, 2011

Beneath the Chickenshit Mormon Sun by Bruce Embree

I've posted this before, on a depressing day probably just like this one. This poem makes me feel better. That's all I have to say on that.

It turned out worse than I thought
The champion defended his title
then Eldridge Cleaver came on
to talk about his reasons for becoming a member
of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
Grandma and I damn near fell out of our chairs
Went to town and got crazy drunk
Came back home, called you long-distance
after cruising and drooling Mainstreet again

This is my last wish and love poem
It is as follows
Want to hold the wake at noon with plenty of acid and rum
No friends and relatives
Ghost music by Hendrix and the Byrds
drowning all sound
as you fuck me to dust
beneath the chickenshit Mormon sun.


Links: http://www.limberlostpress.com/authors/161embree1.html

4 comments:

  1. Rusty,
    Thanks for this. I'd never heard of him until now. Much appreciated.
    Jon Thrower

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  2. Bruce Embree was my dad, and I appreciate you posting his work.

    Hannah Embree

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  3. I appreciate you stopping by, Hannah. Your dad was a good 'un.

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