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3 X-Men Poems by Rudy Johnson

Magneto

iron dome

i sense things moving upwards, signs of brotherhood 

‘brotherhood’ is this 19 year old’s tiktok video thumbnail with a rocket launcher by the mosque—never loaded

brotherhood is the holocaust museum in fortnite

Brotherhood

Jean Grey 

the tourettes says  “fuck, slut, cunt, suck her butt, suck my dick, wanna rape, wanna smash, succotash, feet, dick, feet, fuck, feet, fuck me like John Wayne, skeet skeet skeet”

the ocd says “check door, check the door, check stove, checking the stove, pockets, pockets, pots” 

the intrusive thoughts say “child bride, intel inside, better find a place, (a place to hide), friend hate, reprobate, telling her just sealed my fate”

the Phoenix says “…”

Gambit

chocolate city, debating jesus with kurt, yessir

antediluvian rose colored memories of the place

before misery tourist hipsters and out of towners turned my melting pot worldview negatory,

naw-lens

dude with roll tide bumper sticker pulls up on our stoop 

southern gentleman 

talking to me, saying

something 

says something to kurt,

n-bomb

“talking to me?”

well there’s nobody fucking else here so…

‘immigrant’ this and that, dude is going off 

immigrant song comes on in his broken-dick F150

straight pipe 

he is fucking not a racist

he’s actually 1/16 choctaw,

he says, playing the native card from underneath a confederate cavalryman’s novelty hat

Charge

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