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"Kids In Satan's Service" by Garrett J Brown

  • Writer: Broadkill Review
    Broadkill Review
  • Apr 4, 2025
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 7, 2025

Paradise vendors sugar the apples


in stereo, spoon bad religion, squeeze



blind melon, no doubt counting


crows, jellyfish, joy. Division styx



the flaming lips. Imagine dragons talking,


heads throbbing gristle... godspeed.



You, black emperor, bring me


the horizon, wang chung the magnetic



fields, the ink spots, midnight oil tears.


For fears seal erasure. Kraftwerk kills



morphine rush, air supply, love &


rockets hold steady. Dead milkmen



& the Go-Gos cream, pixies rage


against the machine, clutch the velvet



underground throwing muses & 10,000


maniacs kiss nirvana.





Garrett J Brown is the author of Manna Sifting, which won the Liam Rector First Book Prize. His poetry and creative nonfiction have appeared in journals such as Black Warrior Review, Passages North, The Account, and TriQuarterly. He lives in Baltimore and teaches at Anne Arundel Community College outside of Annapolis.

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