Excerpted from F20 Grail 12, out now from Expat Press
Americana Penny Squares
god bless the country i was born in
god bless my hair dye
god bless the color of my skin
god bless me
What about me? Well, I had a perm in 1984. I’d sip espresso with an AK47 in my lap. “I love Italy” written on my t-shirt, right across my tits. Christian Violence, I’ll accept it.
Respectfully horny trucker, that’s just John Lennon’s father.
Paradise of Bachelors, new found bachelor anthems
I’d get married in a pantsuit. I’d get married in a blouse. I’d have 10 kids, even if they’d made me feel bad. Bradshaw and Tonto, our sons.
They’d be cops with benefits, just the reality of my colonizer family fantasy.
Beach boys said be true to your school but the Beach Boys used to sleep in my room.
My President Likes
- soft rigging
deep state blackmail
piss tapes and Russian whores
Watch my Tractor
Stay right here and watch my tractor
I’m gonna tie you up right after
oh you poor little thing
with a house
with no room
wearing peasants clothes
and a wig
and you can’t even moan
Ima call you right back
As soon as the sun sets
and the dust settles on the road
soon as the crows stop buzzing over round my villa
soon as Morgellons symptoms
stop strangling my mother
soon as the murder stops
soon as I’m saved
soon as my brain clots
soon as these foolish little fools learn to behave
my tractor’s gonna have to start
and I’ll be there filled with vitality
cashin’ in on u
on you foolish little fool
have you even learned to mewl yet
does the road ever end when you’re the only one you know
the only one that ever lost their childhood home
oh just give it some gasoline
ill see u ill fix u
My tractor old timey little thing
little peasant bus, that’s my diamond ring
C.J. Christine is a new America style icon, unprecidented, yet inevitable.