As flags and marble columns
Rise outside
They nuzzle in fluorescent lights
Under suspended ceilings
To draw up erotic contracts
On each other
All parties at the party come
Prepared to be fucked over
As all also hope to be
The final fucker standing
Grand Relic of all
The shame and stain
Of all surviving analog
Sent out to professional ego bleachers
The day
Horns of Hell and Heaven
Get blown in tune
To infants suckling caramel liqueur
With a hint St. Louis jazz
PW Covington was recently named United States BEAT Poet Laureate (2026-27) by the National Beat Poetry Foundation.
They travel extensively, encouraging free expression wherever they go.
Covington lives not far from where Historic Route 66 crosses the fabled Rio Grande River, in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
No comments:
Post a Comment