DJ Poems 

Tyler Barton

DJ DISTANCE

 

HOW FAR IS HEAVEN LIVING

IN AN AMISH PARADISE

TO THE WINDOWS TO THE WALL

 

TELL ALL THE ENGLISH BOYS DON’T

WANNA BE AN AMERICAN GIRL

YOU’RE MY ANGEL YOU’RE

EVERYWHERE TO ME YOUR

BODY IS A WONDERLAND

TO THE WINDOWS TO THE WALL

 

WHY DON’T YOU SLIDE BACK

THAT ASS UP UNDER
MY UMBRELLA, ELLA WHY

WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WAIT

TILL I GET MY MONEY RIGHT

HERE RIGHT NOW MY
NAME IS NO HEAVEN
ISN’T TOO FAR AWAY COME
TO MY WINDOW ALL
INSECTS SING TONIGHT TO
THE WINDOWS, THE WALL.

 

Tyler Barton is the cofounder of FEAR NO LIT, the organization behind the 2017 Submerging Writer Fellowship. He's a fiction editor for Blue Earth Review, a podcast host for Weekly Reader, and an intern for Sundress Publications. Every other Friday, he meets with a group of senior citizens and helps them write poems and essays. Find his recent works of fiction in Little Fiction, matchbook, No Tokens, and Midwestern Gothic. This is his first poetry publication. Learn more at tsbarton.com or @goftyler.

RICKY RIP IT

 

I’M INTO HAVING SEX  I AIN’T COOL

KIDS NEVER HAVE THE TIME JESUS

TAKE THE WHEEL HERE
COMES THE SUN EVERYBODY

 

IN THE CLUB, GETTING TIPSY I
SAW THE WOLF IN THE STORM FIRST
YOU GET A SWIMMING POOL FULL OF LOVING

IS WHAT I GOT FOREVER YOUNG 

DJ POEM #100

      FOR MARK BAUMER

 

I believe in a thing called war—

Huh. Yeah. What is every morning?

There’s a halo hanging
on the corner, walking in Memphis,

I’ve seen footage. Country roads.

 

Is this real life?

Somebody once told me—

sunday bloody Sunday—

we’re not gonna take it,

no, we’re not gonna

party in the USA, Mama.
Just killed a man.