It wasn’t so much the puppets— They were dead in the sewers hung up along The curbs— Or even a big wedge of corned beef. I picked up twenty knives before I found one heavy enough Because the heart’s gnarled meat—you know this, right? The flowers Blooming along the windows in the elementary school Blistered like soft blouses …… Read more →
Inside Looking Out
A lot different if you spread them side by side. Sheer mouths, see the mountains, stacked to your breast. Each bad feeling goes into the blender. Your middle pieces get hungry. That is a sing-songy memory of bed-wetting you’re torturing there. First it eats a plant, sniffs the mailbox, waits in the hallway. Wants something soft, repeatable.
There is fire on the opposite shore. It is the ferryman burning his oars. There is clatter from the opposite shore. It is the ferryman dismantling boards to feed to the current. He knows what suffices in this canyon. He knows, in all the desert far above there is not fuel enough. Foreshortened, half-lit, already I claw sheer rock and… Read more →
No one had seen him. They lifted a face from a televised lineup—statesman or actor, cosmeticized singer—then averaged the features and rendered an image in pastels on plaster. Chalked hominid shapes all over the city, sidewalks impastoed with quicklime and blood. Shriftless, the flock came in droves from the slaughter, trafficker and homicide to his cinderblock altar, and sought the… Read more →