OUT FROM UNDER
These days it’s different in the ‘hood
riddled with frets cuddled with kids
muscled over by apparatus at the gym
making mustard from roadside plantings
how did we get to a place we don’t want to leave?
The harvest of tunes inside the car produced
that city over there, listening to all periods of sound
simultaneously – that’s cultural progress.
That classroom protesting for anything goes
that fire burning houses is my fire too
could save a lot of sorting for heirs.
I’m torn about what to do with the fake arrowheads.
You can trick an American into feeling American.
Sharpen it, boy, the cresting is nigh
almost finished with this week’s blog
but you didn’t think it’d be the only thing saved
when the winds suddenly shifted.
Poems by Lawrence Bridges have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and The Tampa Review. He has published three volumes of poetry: Horses on Drums, Flip Days, and Brownwood. He lives in Los Angeles.