Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Brass Rivets and Cracked Teeth: Coldwater, Kansas





Brass Rivets and Cracked Teeth: Coldwater, Kansas

A sleepy security guard... a hard April rain
on a hospital parking lot.

He's history,
a lap dancer mumbles,
brushing coppery hair,
just some black river.

A deadfall woman snores
below a shingles-blown-away 
leaky roof.  In the other room,
a boy with a hash pipe
pours iodine over blood.

Half a Hershey bar,
chicken burger meatloaf,
& it's raining on Hereford horns:
Honk If You Love Jesus.

No more than six miles
out of Coldwater,
a naked, grizzled farmer
wanders dizzy into thistles.

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