the commoner’s disease/joe sonnenblick

The Commoners Disease By Joe Sonnenblick

A riotous goings on, The brain and the body are not friends Talking to different handlers, Nearly violent, always calm. I want to speak with the head honcho The sky is lit with spurting blood from hooded hoods gun Like Bellagio water fountain folly A beer in my right, my cock in my left This isn’t anywhere else This is encyclopedia Brooklyn-Tanica An owner to a renter

A fish struggles for air after wanting to know the land. I miss what it was that made me an outlaw

Parlay my unhappiness with your quick to judge sentences, A struggle at 11:52AM While breathing in Wagner,

Hearing the screams Dissecting the march Vilifying the cohorts. You can hold the entire world in your hands, Still thinking of what someone said that time. No one is immune, A beautiful day is one “Oh well” away.