Poetry

Benjamin Faust photo

By

Colin James

Radical Racism’s Damaging Dysphoria

Never far from my Bleach Haji.

It trails behind like a suitcase.

The proper way to prevent the spread

of rampant internationalism.

Likened to an ironic oxygen cylinder,

the bleach plays havoc with your breathing

as seen through a mist of ebullience.

Lung and leg implants forthcoming

then may the true resistance begin.

Blood transfusions, been there done that.

Thoroughness has to be fecklessly opportunistic

how else can you fight the crowding,

the touching of shoulders, elbows amid

a schedule so empathically cherished as this.

Colin James

Colin James has a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press. He lives in Massachusetts.