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letra de potassium - kitz willman

rank talker
plank walker
’cause i’ll never sit pretty on a sinking ship
fabricated candlesticks and spun yarns
driving past nearly toppled barns in towns called theodore
thibault
who got the goalie goal?
collie soul
grew up screaming, “i am rock and roll!”

forget what i said in the interview, i can’t speak french as good as you
c’est nes parlez pas vouz
biennvenue

scratchin fresh bench paint
gorgeous great lakes
in my last province
we made it there but the last few steps were hobbled…
some guy you knew also cobbled shoes
wanted to f-ck in the church pews
dust all over the charleston chew
what would judas do?

in greg’s grocery gettin those $1 slurpees
turpentines and sardines for dinner
eagle formation spinner
ribs for supper, i’m the turkey-cutter
no lampoon
hat for a lampshade
tenth grade saskatoon in my ’96 escort wagon
over the train tracks to fairhaven
my little sister still goes to craven…
[“we do something about that
and not just making extra nuclear bombs
when we don’t even need them at all!”]

men scattered on a field yields page turns and cl!cks
editor earns a bonus
onus on the viewer
bodies spread in the sewer
bomb blasts couldn’t have been newer
ears still tingle
hard to grasp like the last pringle…

staged war photographs
dark room gets the last laugh
anthropologists stole voices for the phonograph
phonies get smacked
war ponies on the wrong race track

double back to the barracks
slink around like ferrets
guard tower vision bareness
spatial awareness with pin-drop hearing
scattered bodies in the clearing
while bullet holes rip the bark
cujo facemask ripped off by wendel clark
the dogs kept barking in the night
coyote howls but it’s nowhere in sight
stars scattered above the clearing
orange glow
dawn is nearing
“front page gore should cure it
i mean, it’s not the ——- were ever really part of europe”

“check, check, check”

[“these dead are supremely uninterested in the living
and those who took their lives
and witnesses
and in us…”]

staged war photographs
dark room gets the last laugh

[“we, this means everyone who has never
experienced anything like what they went through
we don’t understand
we don’t get it
we truly can’t imagine what it was like
we can’t imagine how dreadful, how terrifying war is
and how normal it becomes.”]

- kitz willman

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