Cardinal Cox - Drowning in suburbia

Poems

Death to Evnissyen

Drowning in suburbia

From the land in the lake's reflection

Money for the Colonels

No pimps, no pushers, no guns, no gangs.

When the telegram came

Poetry by Cardinal Cox

Drowning in suburbia

Life jacket eye shadow

Floats me far from shore

Broken glass on dance floor

My lips match rice Bordeaux

Watch me - as a stripper

Dream I read in your eyes

From water look to sky

Wave to some boat's skipper

Ragged weeds in the turf

The storm clouds gather grey

Someone says, "A pity…"

This rubber in the surf

New shiny from the spray

Washed up in the city.

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Cardinal Cox has been having his writings published in numerous small-press publications for twenty years. His poetry grew out of the bands he and his friends had as teenagers, one of which (Sonic Energy Authority) has found its way into the novels of a handful of sf authors.