Poetry: Gore Vidal’s Burner Account by Scott Cumming

Gore Vidal's Burner Account

 

Imagine he’d been born in ‘85

Might not appear on any chat shows

but he’d host a legendary burner account

that would leave us thirsting

for more ire

Every writer a goddamned liar

 

Denigrate baring a

Shit eating grin

This indie scene

a porcine

shit sty

for undiscerning eyes

 

Chances are he wouldn’t hide

behind a parody account

He’d spit in your eye

Punch you in the mouth

Not jealousy

just rock solid belief

putting us on blast

knowing he'd outlast

any hashtag

or misplaced fury

as your blood, shit and tears

mix into a raging paste

He’d track you down

Say it to your face.

Scott Cumming unsuspectingly went to see Garden State wearing his Shins tee. He has been published at The Daily Drunk, Punk Noir Magazine, Versification, and Shotgun Honey. His poem, Blood on Snow was voted the best of Outcast-Press: Poetry Things We Carry issue and nominated for a Pushcart. His collection, A Chapbook About Nothing will be released in December.