a day
of hallucinations
electrical
first of soft metal
a
click and pause of shutter speed
a
flicker page a twitter book
a
funeral procession at highway speed
a
tailpipe ooze of methamphetamine
tilling
tongs that rake your brain
a
visitor's light on chrome and silk
a
monkey's paw right to return from life
lazarus
saw it on a welder's torch
spent
his day on a jerusalem porch
check
your nielson ratings for sport
silver
teeth on a lying tiger
bites
his peppermints and swallows
radio
waves from a crooked antenna
broadcast
news from a white banana
the
dentist drill bite your lip
glass
glass a pebble from the underpass
a
lightning streak of fractured space
an
empty bottle of saliva gas
pins
the scissor hinge on wall street models
a
reflecting dress of neon fodder
and
water
a
simmering pot on a left bank stove
santa
clause in drag queen clothes
a
nickel and dime parking meter
a
fish hook and a wriggling leader
a
knife and fork a spoon a joke
muddy
boots an anthem chokes
horns
and rings and paperclips
the
sultry fluorescence of an office pit
a
towering episode of a clumsy morning
a
mix of traffic an exit warning
snow
shovel partners and bags of salt
melt
beneath slippers on a cold sidewalk
and
ice
a
kaleidoscope wand from the master’s umbrella
aluminum
shingles haunt the mice in the cellar
galvanized
nails and shotgun pellets
a
random killing on the rooftop flashing
seven
is the number that acts like silver
it’s
1969 i’m at a concert i hear the music but i don’t know why i’m
there then i’m in the car head out the window someone’s mirror
slaps my face and i’m in the hospital a nurse comes in and i want
to eat her dress because it reminds me of icing on a cake she says
i’m going to give you something to rest lay back enjoy your high
then she goes under the sheets and gives me head i see the sheets
moving i lift them up and the nurse has a gopher head i call her
rajah gopher then there’s two filipino nurses speaking in tagalog
with a shaving mug and a razor they lather up my privates and start
to shave me and try to tell them they got the wrong person but they
don’t speak english another nurse comes in and tells them they got
the wrong person while i listen to eric bourdon sing spill the wine
as hot flames of fire roar up my back the nurse smiles and says my
pubic looks cute half shaven it’s a presbyterian hospital so i know
they believe in predestination
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