Tuesday, December 24, 2013
How high-personal, the interpretation
of still photography: coffee grounds on grass,
zooscape bison mugging for day-old bread loaves,
the counting of severed limbs in a Chrysler 300,
billboards of deadpan Nevada hookers
along depopulated High Plains highways,
gnarled children stumbling from pine churches....
How high-personal to define luxury:
shafts of lavendar light in Wiccan stores,
paintings of Kurt Cobain on gold corduroy,
cyclical encounters with one's dope dealer,
spindly girls writing novels at vivid parents
lost in 1990's modernity-gibberish French cinema....
How high-personal to define old age
as a hole-punched Styrofoam coffee cup,
as failed glue and curling wallpaper,
as realtors leaving behind free Kleenex packs.