Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Angsty Foreign Film
Damn my emotions are loud
swinging a wide wake, like
a barge down the Cumberland
carrying every one else's shit
the way I carry on like an angsty
foreign film.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Ancient aunt
Blue eyes I've never meet, but knew,
an ancient aunt perhaps – kinder than
my mother – said: "you look like an actor."
Mother, hellbent on filling my
life with her story, said:
"my hair was wasted on a man."
My distant auntie goes on:
"You've got the stare of an empty parking lot filled with
upturned push pins, just like a matinee idol in New Brunswick."
I tell her: "I've never been to New Brunswick."
So we plan a trip by train, to feel
the clanking metal wheels on metal tracks
getting hundreds of miles to the gallon.
I bring my family photos for entrainment. We’re
lost for hours, until we come across a young
photo of my mother, she looks just like my traveling
companion on a good day.
I close the book, gently put into her lap.
I walk hurriedly to a door and jump from the train.
Blue wheelbarrow
A blue wheelbarrow
Dies on its side, waiting
for anyone, it’s not picky.
I lie on my side emptied, blue
waiting like a dead clown found
in full gown blacked out
in my trailer. Blacked out
waiting for anyone.
11-18
18th.
day one, of two
two day tomorrow.
sorrow sounds off
a handball court.
ping, thunk. day three
the cats won’t eat red meat
laid out like a cadavered cow.
day, then a day, then a day, day four.
the 18th, i’ll wake, maybe, too
breakfast sausage, eggs, buttered toast
rosemary peach jam. getting me out
of the jam i’m in: strawberry.
blonde vanilla ice cream
passes for day five.
then, the answer on
day six to eternity:
the 18th.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Flaking
The white flecks on the dash – flakes
from the old man slowly blowing away.
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