The Art of Tetman Callis

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Rogers Park

August 27th, 2013 · 2 Comments

There’s a party in the alleyway every night.
It’s August, it’s hot, what’re you going to do?
Sit in your stuffy apartment, puny wall-unit
wheezing a lie of cool, refreshing air?
Watch some fast-food brain shit on the box?
Drink thin beer from cheap cans, scream at the wife
who screams at the boy while the baby
screams at everyone?  Fuck that.  Get your ass
downstairs and out back to the alleyway.  Bring your
30-pack of cheap beer and share it around.
Bring the wife and the boy and the baby,
the neighbors are grilling burgers and dogs
and the cars are idling, their doors open
and their sound systems thumping loud.

Tags: Economics · Oniontown · Poems · Politics & Law · Words

2 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Averil // Aug 28, 2013 at 7:29 am

    What a vivid scene. I love this.

  • 2 Tetman Callis // Aug 28, 2013 at 9:02 am

    thanks. when i’m good, i’m not half-bad.

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