Sunday, March 20, 2011

Clothesline Fire




Clothesline Fire

Typhoidal saint
or
desert rat

& you play
make a sculpture

with nut-wheat
bread

... imaginary Vegas

Now that's what I call a buxom cathedral

     * * *

Or Wyatt Earp's
cancerous prostate 1928

Chemigated motel pool water

& backyard breasts
baby oiled slick

     * * *

Heck, no, you take the overstuffed chair, please

Discolored deer hide bed
Frantic for love
Woodsy nymph
Leathery afternoon

     * * *

You
flap
bloody
off
Mary
Cassatt
as
she
tries
to
paint

     * * *

My Americana whiskey-stained voice

Ceaseless winter
& snow-tossed icons

Rodent bones
multiplied
by
wedding rings

sings mere blink of Mary Todd Lincoln biting a madhouse chair

     * * *

Corsets
beehive hair styles

(forlorn ranch)

are
coming
back

     * * *

No one found
Paul Gaugin
in MacKenzie
that winter

Barry said

It had been
a fine season
for bar brawls

at center

real
blood
dust-ups

     * * *

Pearly-eyed
blind
girl
on
the Prince
George
bus

Paper
sacked
whiskey bottles

Please don't spray paint the bus windows black, asshole

     * * *

Gold
candlelight unspools

Indians
bleeding
& puking
on street corners

     * * *

This is a painting  you'll want

Which is
the nature
of self-damage

Room service condoms
Emo slumber party
Butterly flapjacks
Gnarled emergency room nurse

& I
bang my head
off doors
or
off
other heads

     * * *

Clapboard
inside
the trailer

Jesus all
amber
squinty
about 5'2"
& framed

Emo slumber
party
words

I always remember cruelty

     * * *

Imaginary
Prince George BC
& pizza
delivery girl

fire ant eye

says

When you're at this stage

So a five
buck
tip

yet
no smile

     * * *

How
easy
to
stray
into
deep deep deep deep
snow

No Jack London
No Robert Frost

How
easy
to not
flinch

as the leg trap
clanks

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