she said "you taste like an ashtray"
i said "that's just my firewire"
she said "
this eye's shaped like one
and this
there are no blinds on a t.v. screen
there's hardly room to move
cc..bcc..
maple apron covered oven cable canyon colored crayon
double diming grave-robbing apple bobbin son of a sam i am
stapled eyelashes coke-bottle glasses Kentucky bluegrass loving jack in the box
rain collection
racing raindrops
on
silhouettes drawn in condensation
racing raindrops erasing
someone wrote "help"
on the back of this bus window
in the condensation
and the raindrops erased it
did i see the siren?
did i sound the alarm?
has everyone retired to the shelters?
with their security blankets
who wrote "help?"
with the cold bony finger of the grim reaper
who needs help?
like chewing ice
when she's awake
and then the sun rises
like biting nails
when she's alone
like pulling hair
off an automobile accident
like chewing ice
filling cracks
in the vinyl
with memories
ice skating through the pileup
picking daisies off corpses
and digesting them
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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