James Croal Jackson
I slept beneath the mall
for some time
to avoid the burden of
capitalism ha!
if I could that would be
glorious to
avoid the landlord hey look I am in
the parking garage what garbage
all these ads for movies I
do and
do not want to see but I
would
not know I did not want to
see it
until seeing that is the
predicament
I do not have the cash nor
the time
to spend paying for rent
give me
gunmetal cement walls six
floors
beneath the surface where I
drive
to where not even bugs
venture
there I am unbound
I fly in my dreams
James
Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production. He has
three chapbooks: Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press, 2022), Our
Past Leaves (Kelsay Books, 2021), and The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing
Knights, 2017). He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, PA.
(jamescroaljackson.com)
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