Friday, September 30, 2016

Dearth of a salesman

They could not find their way
No one to lead the day
Plastic bags upon their feet and hands
Dusting off their knees while rolling in sands
Of a peristaltic action underneath
Resilience of an out of touch belief

We speak we spin the web
Of spiders in our head
Ants and rabbits walking slowly in the yard
Hand me over to your business, take my card
And flip it through the air like a trout
Doing with it what one does without

Impressions from the end
You never were my friend
Second guessing when the axe would fall
Ankle deep in jelly in the stall
My hooves were cooked and melted it is true
This Raininghorse is turning into glue

Monday, September 12, 2016

Iced shaken stirred

Into your duty pantleg pour concrete zippers of whale meat
Dawn blisters its emptiness within radical vaccinations against autumn
Hair tie unbutton resting arm across wasted wasp stinging five times
Like the cock we discussed perching in language henhouse that fox
Pushes tail into my face its fuzzy determination fashionably obscured
Camouflage vacation hollow wrenching grill with hillsides of bones
In dirt and washing all hung round and beaten like drums until darkness comes