Linh Dinh Reports

us, into us,
us staggering
through this
heartless place
through dead
and dying
run by capital
for capital,
this blood
land full
of enthusiastic
killers and
lost beggars
and the tired eyes
of the forlorn
staring at tv’s
or chained to slots
losing their last
desperate dollars
while believers
jump and shout
on Sunday mornings,
all caught with pen
and lens, the invisible
agony given shape
and structure,
witnessed in
burning light,
the pain no one
wants to see
right in front
of us, is us, as the
bartender yells,
Last call.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.