Oil Spill by Michael Brautigan

I want there to be a merging
overlapping, superimposing
confusion
 
I want there to be as many
possibilities as possible
cumin together in unison
in outer space
 
the most beautiful thing
about a fist fight
is the sharing of blood
 
I want to infect you
with my incurable disease
I want to dump my junk
in your backyard
 
(and get the hell
away with it)
 
slippin through the alley
staying in shadows
wearing a mask
 
you never saw it comin
o ye authorized speculators
step into my garden
..
 
 Michael Brautigan is a poet, freelance writer, and activist who has published in the Milvia Street Journal, Unlikely Stories, Blink-Ink, Undergroundwriter, DM du Jour, Collective Exile, Carcinogenic Poetry, Red Fez, Return to Mago Way of the S/HE, Control Literary Magazine, Caesura Issue1 and Aubade, both edited by April Mae M. Berza.

PR Moles and Astroturf by Michael Brautigan

insecurity protected
by corruption
 
why can’t you
talk to me?
 
suppression is
wrong
I do know
it can never be
right
 
only the suppressed
poets talk to me
now
 
the academics
are playing
hide the book
 
only outlaw poets
are legit
the only ones
who sympathize
and feel real pain
 
the academics
are playing
money games
and think poetry
has been turned
into some kind
of recipe
of ingredients
that only they
can afford
 
but I slipped through
the cracks
(by accident)
and now I’m
a permanent
stain
 
never been happier
in my life
 
cum on yall
don’t be afraid

Michael Brautigan is a poet, freelance writer, and activist who has published in the Milvia Street Journal, Unlikely Stories, Blink-Ink, Undergroundwriter, DM du Jour, Collective Exile, Carcinogenic Poetry, Red Fez, Return to Mago Way of the S/HE, Control Literary Magazine, Caesura Issue1 and Aubade, both edited by April Mae M. Berza.