You: A Tour of My Landscape

I was born to weave my

home with thank you very much.


We have everything! Most people just

drink poison around here. First stop is Misery


Bay. The Bay of Red Glistening

Water remembered as a lie we routinely tell


ourselves about War that supposedly

ended and called 1812.  The ever perverted t-

Ruth of Lake Erie’s recorded history

twists the narrative.  I will tell you about the War

of some year the collective narrative chose


to remember. How the City has lied


about the battle to the city for as long as I

know… our city’s hero is Oliver


Perry… Commander of the fleet

in the Battle of Lake Erie, or some shit

like that… then I will tell you the truth


from the books of our history the ones

no one takes the time to read. The insanity of “Don’t


Give Up the Ship” when most people

don’t even know the Flagship Niagara


wasn’t even Perry’s ship! The Lawrence was. The dude

we call heroic jumped that sinking

ship commandeering Jessie


Elliot’s Flagship Niagara, but no one knows

who Jessie Elliot is.  Erie is the City of silenced voices.


We still have Elliot’s ship!  That will give you

a sense how sick

my city is. Then I will take you to the Bay-


front on foot so you can see how the wealthy stole

the sunset from us.  I would show you my


beach.  You will understand what toxic

algae blooms are.  You will see it is toxic


You want arts, I will show you where

to go. I will apologize too few


in the community are awoke. I get scrappy

at willful ignorance.  Hence the hermit crab’s


nature. I would take you out to the snow-belt,

where the maple farms are to show you how the great


sugar maples are all dying, infested

by Japanese Longhorn beetles—worst invasive import


along with zebra mussels that choke the water

lines, while the coke


plants just pays more

in fines.  I’d show you

all of the decaying

traditions of the land

I would walk you

through my

neighborhood, show you all

the Heroin


around my house. Always disdainful

beautifully waving goodbye, while I tell you:

Get off the fucking ship, we need the wood for fire!


1 Comment

  1. Reblogged this on disdainfulbeauty.

Comments RSS TrackBack Identifier URI

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s