Matt Ullman

Rookie (9-22-1971 / Chicago)

Washington's Conception - Poem by Matt Ullman

Lawn chairs
long hair
mixing strands of
bones and blood
Bottle rockets
and beer
The fire and ice
of the birth of a nation
Exploding stars
bring a standing ovation
Then condensation
fresh dew
settling itself through
rotting leftovers
What did you discover?

troops of fashion
blindfolds and cigarettes
Somebody's mother
standing over me
I hear the echo:
Is he dead yet?

Distant screams like
rolling mud
Ancient dreams of
bones and blood
Virgin flood
Yesterday's newspaper
Remember the smell of
smoke and vapor
rising, lifting
Pushing and pulling
fire and ice
Sugar and spice
mold beneath an early
morning sun

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 8, 2010

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