Lightning Telegram
Joe Peacock
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A small prick with a rusty pin Took his father when he was a teen After that he washed his hands obsessively In the solitude of cell 103 A teenage marxist discovering poetry Ready to jettison all of history Slapping taste in the face Shooting art through the heart Trying to manufacture happiness A bayonet pen, a backbone flute Drunk with glory, but no parachute As he fell out of love with this world far too fast How strange to be a futurist from the past Brooding in his yellow blouse with knotted brows The kind of man to love his best friend's wife Then say "Our planet is poorly equipped for delight" How strange to be a futurist from the past Trapped in a love triangle and a communist tangle Towering above it all and debasing his art A satirist yearning for acceptance by his targets 44 years before I was born He drew a lead full stop How could it have ended any other way? He was not a man for slow decay After his second death He became what he'd hated Airbrushed and tone deaf Crudely, unthinkingly celebrated Now send me a lightning telegram, you said it would crush my dreams Your revolutionary art put a bullet through your heart
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