BELLADONNA WEST—WARD 140’


You make me feel alright
Because you’re beautiful
And petite

You wear the most
Wonderful colors

Green
Yellow
Red
White

Your love
Makes me drowsy

I am dizzy for you
You make me
See blue

You come
In a small package
I am happy
With that reality

You are what my
Doctor ordered

GOODBYE RON COHN


Goodbye to your 1000 cuts store
Goodbye to your poisoning store
Goodbye to your laceration store

Goodbye to your abuse store
Goodbye to your store of lies
Goodbye to your contaminated store
Goodbye to your infected store

Goodbye to the rotten fish
You have on sale

Goodbye to the rats and cockroaches
That multiplied in your store

Goodbye to the moldy
Carne Asada
You camouflage with red marinade
For it to become
A hot seller

Goodbye to
The BUGS
In your store

Goodbye to the brave working class
You take advantage of
In those madhouses of yours
The ones you like to call
“Marketplace”

Goodbye to your conjures
Of stress

Goodbye to
Aching backs
Cut fingers
Carpel tunnels
Broken dreams
Slave wages
And all the zombies
You hold captive
In your stores

Poor souls
May God deliver them
From your addiction
To profits

CONTAMINATED RADIUS


What kind of poison
Would make
Produce employees
So violent
That they would
Aggressively scream
Sexual taunts
Attack coworkers
With their fists and
With simulated sex acts
To the point of baiting
Cops and paramedics?