A selection of poems from local A.M. Langston’s new release
Bombard
there's a smell coming from the southwest it blows north and it ain't leaving
so while you wake up on the porch with a french press
the air isn't crisp
it's afraid
shuddering in fear of the nuclear explosion that will kill us all
but you don't remember they're down there as you burn your lip
even though that smell seeping out of the sand is coming for you
expedite
you see globs of thick colored oil when you think of art
some of these fuckers write about those globs others about nature things that just exist
the back of my eyes when I can't think get slathered with that brown and green oil
not sure what that tells me but I know it when I'm wiping the inside of my skull out
it's because I couldn't hear the truth
it's hard to hear what the truth sounds like with all these people looking down on you
but take comfort knowing they've probably never heard of it.
Local poet A.M. Langston recently released From Couch to Couch, Never Leaving the House, his first book of poetry, which features around 100 pieces written while he was living with his parents. The book is available on Amazon and for Kindle.
