Saturday, July 11, 2015
Cold-drip night: a crazy deer bursts
from dark-ice with a lucky charms necklace.
You never did figure out how to turn on
the hydrant of change... time just a nudge off.
Bargain Sundays, crippled feedlot cattle
better off with a bullet, angel kisses in the rain.
Then there's town: goof music from boombox
cars with homemade spoilers screwed to trunks.
You blow the plastic predator whistle: rabbit
scream, rain, vomit, rain, dream sermons...
and years pass and you can't get over anything.
You paint and bubble wrap it, send it to strangers.