Was tried
Skull to skull
Mind to mind
A pasty thick sweat
Kept them together stuck
Thinking they were
Fucked.
Was tried
Skull to skull
Mind to mind
A pasty thick sweat
Kept them together stuck
Thinking they were
Fucked.
His wife’s fake tooth
Hammer and nail accident
Under his foot one night
It took a bite
They said he was
Angry just because
He was a drummer
In fact he had achieved
A fully balanced
Angelic bliss
Even when pounding
The skins madly
And bashing away practicing
With turkey legs
They saw a rabid
Look in his eyes
The center of him glowed
Warmly, absolute peace
When crashing about like
An animal
Sweat flew from his mullet
Its droplets like
Dawn-kissed dew
Cheeks like leaves
Turning crunchy
Mouth
Breathes barely
Hand that reaches
Closes, reaches
The room darkens
Bulb in the lamp
Cigar sparks
Pits go damp
By the orange guide
He lists all his friends and
Relatives who died with
A croak his features ageless
In the smoke
The bulb finds life
The hand reaches again
“Well, my new friend, what’s
Your plan?”
Warned the garish sign
Surely a joke
But the bubble-throated giant
Loomed behind
Its eyes watery black boulders
That saw no earthly mate
Silly me stepping over the gate
“He didnt call em ghosts, he called em glob-you-ills
Said first one appeared like a singed marshmallow while he was woolgatherin and he eventually poked at it with his finger but it didnt move and it didnt go just hung there bout nose height seemed like they appeared whenever he was puttin his fuzzy thoughts together like on the can one bulbous one sat fat above line of his sniffer and he swung his arm got tangled up in his pants and fell he started gettin tired of em even though they seemed harmless when they was in a row big and proud starin up in dark tryin to sleep thats when he got in contact with me and i suggested fire one of the four elements because far as i know ghosts dont like fire but all we did was burn up his curtains and he had enough started seein that doctor who told him they were arty facts but far as i know his place was no dinosaur dig doctor told him to blink em away and get on with his business but now comes whole week i dont hear from him i goes up to his place it sits up on a hill all lonesome i get in the house and it so quiet i knew somethin was up i get a shiver down my tailbone up the stairs had to go no one at all around no signs a livin i see him halfway in halfway out first bedroom covered in puffy white and his face still hot and sizzlin not a breath left in him didnt call no author itees there aint no author tee on this matter.”
“I’se was walkin this path when a big creature pressed his stinking face into mine yes’m was no talkin’ just a swish a tail and a slow paw and he was gone yes’m I ain’t joshin he was upright like me and breath like a stink a polecat yes’m we’re right where it happens watch the wrap a trees jump like a monkey into our faces yes’m dont show yer scared oh no no no dont show yer scared…”
Smudged twilight
The painter’s thumb
Hedges daubed with dark
Out yonder
And while the stars
Blinked
He’d unspool the story
With shuffling feet
In the beginning
And for whom the bell rings
He dealt breath to the characters
And unflattering ends
He spat and he gargled
While the shoes moved
Tales to startle, stun
And amuse
One day by the lake,
On past the farm
He collapsed midway
A most foolish yarn
Hunger fades in monk
Images of plush cakes bouncing berries
Moved into edible trunk