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118 pages, Paperback
Published February 18, 2016
Above all, own it. Never share it.
Brand it with your fists.
Tongue its tiles and poolstick poked panels.
Swim in its flooded stalls,
sleep in its booths and to the jukebox's
skipping '45's
Keep makin' a job of it,
every night.
Never make it home.
Thats everyone else's job.
Your job is to keep the drinks cold and
handy, and to make sure that
when the bulldozers come,
you don't have a tear left to shed.
Gangsta rap crawls into your ears while you sleepand
and puts black people in your dreams.
If you stand in front of the mirror and chant the word
“Obama” three times, Ben Carson will appear.
RULES FOR PLAYING STAND YOUR GROUND
Players must handle all weapons
with an extreme lack of caution.
Players may not negotiate.
Players may not share, only sell.
Players may stand their ground,
but only when armed.
Kings can only move one space in a backward direction.
Queens may move in any direction
so long as their kings are dead.
Players may pass “GO” only after
popping a New Year's round.
Players may collect $200 only after
finding where the bullet lands.
Players may survive.
Players may persist.
Players will lose.
Players should only be told this once armed.
Game ends when there is no one left to shoot.
Enjoyable and unsettling. Accessible and particular.
Woods is a witty, sharp social critic who does not avoid
the self-effacing.
His poetry is art at the service of his community.
Favorites
Best sci-fi social critique:
"These Aren't the Thugs You're Looking For"
Stoormtroopers stop your hovercraft,
want to know where you're going,
what do you have in the trunk
...
A gash of light, charred dissent,
the desert wind wiping away your chalk outline
like a Jedi mind trick
Best executed concept:
"Neil DeGrasse Tysons's Love Note, Third Grade"
Most transcendent:
"Boombox of the Spheres"
By all accounts, the Big Bang was the first rap song,
all bass, a tidal vibration of everything happening at once,
every trunk rattling the bones of Carl Sagan and God
is a lonely person screaming back at the universe,
demanding to be heard by any and everything,
wanting to remake the world in their image.
This is why people fear it,
why we turn our heads at red lights
like we can't see new planets coming;
why police must be called to reign in its dull destruction:
some people want things to stay
exactly the way they are.
Most powerful:
"(Ar)rest Assured"
if you open the paper
and read that i have been shot by the police,
rest assured
...
i did not run away
i did not walk toward
...
i promise: i was talking about downton abbey
and the sin of cold coffee
and hunting season bucks
anything to keep me alive
...
i know what a bullet's job is
i followed directions, fell on first hit
i was as non-violent as i could squeeze into this body
i've been told if you're not violent you can survive this
lie still, lie dead before the bear
do not move when snakes rear up
my mouth moving over concrete cracks
praying the whole time
to a god I am certain
used to kill things.