Detroit Poems

Detroit vs Everybody

How pretty
is the motor city
under neon diodes?

I sent my heart
into its stars
exhaled my soul
into rustbelt smoke

maybe I’ve lost my mind
or rather it’s left behind
my sanity abandoned
and blighted

my memories subjected
to successive evictions
—just f***ing forget ‘em—

I guess the city could
enlighten me a bit
on resilience

NO FEAR OF THREATS FROM DETROIT HITMEN GARGANO ARSON MURDERS OF 9

UNAFRRAID OF THREATS FROM HITMEN FROM DETROIT NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 HELPLESS PERSONS BY THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY HIS PARTNER FIREMAN GENE KALINOWSKI BACK OFF STOP BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE

NO FEAR OF DETROIT HITMAN OVER CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERS OF 9

UNAFRAID OF DETROIT HITMAN SENDING ME THREATS OVER CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERERS OF 9 NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY BORN 1972 HIRED TO OBSTRUCT OF JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDER OF 9 CIRO GARGANO AND HIS BUSINESS PARTNER FIRE MAN GENE KALINOWSKI COVERED UP PAY OFF BRIDES ABUSE OF POWER SEVERE ABUSE OF CITY OFFICIALS FOR

IDENTITY FRAUD DETROIT MAFIA FORD COMPANY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PETER GARGANO

I AM AMERICAN I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME RECIEVING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF IN MICHIGAN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD ACTUALLY RECIEVING DISABILTY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF WITH PETER GARGANO ORDERS HIS DETROIT HIT MEN INSURANCE FRAUD ALLSTATE AND FORD COMPANY ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AIRBAG

IDENTITY FRAUD CRIMINAL GROUP JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY DETROIT MAFIA

I AM AMERICAN I WILL NEVER FEAR DOMESTIC TERRORISTS COMMITING SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME RECIEVING ANNUITY PAYMENTS ON MY BEHALF IN MICHIGAN SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD ACTUALLY RECIEVING DISABILTY PAYMENTS O. MY BEHALF WITH PETER GARGANO HIS DETROIT HIT MEN INSURANCE FRAUD ALLSTATE AND FORD MOTOR COMPANY ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AIRBAG

Last Symphony

Packed my 92-year-old dad
Into the old Lansing-made black Cadillac
To see the Detroit Symphony play at Wharton
We’re dressed up at the red light of Waverly and Saginaw

This vital busy corridor
Once home to Schmidt’s Estes Furniture Leonard’s Appliances
A golf course with sledding hill
Sully’s Drive-In

Now this crossroad is a Plasma Center a closed Rite Aid and a fortressed

Donald Pellegren born 6-4-1937 garment district slash Detroit hitman posing as a nice guy publisher

Donald impersonating
a nice guy publisher right 
after my accident traumatic 
brain injury car bomb attack 
he followed me to book stores 
ice cream shops art museum 
obsessed with my poetry my 
manuscript i was writing about 
my uncle bob satterfield the 
boxer he was so obsessed 
with everything about me he 
and Peter Gargano my

Nigerian Patriot In Us Detroit

Ade is a Nigerian patriot
But permanent in US’ Detroit,
There, charming Nigerian Flag hoisted,
Bared schemes upon him foisted…

Ade, The Rare Nigerian Patriot,
Scarcely planning to leave Sweet Detroit,
Shall unfailingly shoot all of them,
Giving his Giant. causeless problem:
Politicians who might risk Rigging
He’d begun their graves a-digging:
For them the cheapest US caskets,
A little costlier than Mum’s baskets;
Never to stubborn

We Three Snowmen of Detroit

We three Snowmen of Detroit are
Bearing scarves and lights, we travelled so far
Field and fountain, more and mountain
Sledding is more fun than our car.

We three Snowmen of Detroit say hi.
Sliding into place, with a laugh, not a sigh.
Landing in your hometown but staying not long.
To stay through July would just be wrong.

Detroit Michigan

DETROIT IS:

D ynamic
E nergetic
T ough
R evitalized
O ptimistic
I nventive
T riumphant

M ajor
I ncentitives for
C ompanies to
H ighlight
I nventions and
G rowth
A mong
N ew Detroit

It's Not Alright

Beautiful black woman Angela Davis
Stood by herself
At the 50 yard line
A football crooked on a tee
At her feet

Waiting

And she sang the national anthem
To an empty stadium
In perfect pitch.

When her deep voice soared and hit
That line about rockets and red glare
There was no cheer
Like a hanger swinging without a shirt.

The football players kneeled
Raising black fists
Locked in

Eternal Spring Training For Chace Numata

I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered

Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles

Car coughing
Windshield gritting its white teeth

I wear a body double of fur curved
Like a polar beast on my back

Then the Voice of the Turtle whispers…

And sprinklers spritz in a mist of

Stanley Mickey Stanley Detroit Tigers

STANLEY
like in Mickey Stanley.
DEEtroit. Tigassszzz. 
No.24 
A solid kid.
Played center 
like he OWNED it. 
Decent arm 
Stanley to Freehan 
for the OUT AT THE PLATE at the plate.
YES SIR 
that kid could run the bases. 
He could ROUND them bases as well. 
A decent number of home runs 
back then 
TiiiGer. Stadium.... was average size

Pink Slip For a Generation

At the 5:00 whistle
When the sunset in late November
Is less light and more molten
Like a blast-furnace window
Glowing above the highway home

Goo spilling from its sparkling ladle
Bent
At the off-ramp’s arthritic elbow

The city smolders
Under
The backs and braces of its groaning bridges
Like a half smoked cigarette
Crushed under the heel of a boot

An entire city is snuffed out.

The Man,

What Is Detroit

It's the Motor City 
Motor Capital of the World
Fordtown 
Motown
Hockeytown

It's lying in shards
Like olden Rome 
Love among the ruins 
With an abrasive outside layer
Of exhaust looks and horrendous faces 

It's Rock City
Automobile City
Arsenal of Democracy  
Big D
City of Straits
 
It's a rough, tumble, sports purgatory
Joe Louis pondering
Gordie Howe wondering
Ty Cobb mad as hell
Joe Schmidt

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