Living Red White and Blue
Smoking cigarettes
drinking
while Jimmy slicks back his hair.
Riding on handlebars,
swearing,
as we crash our big bikes,
Harley's
and the green apple Suzuki is MIke's.
Antagonizing fights behind the corner-shop,
and the snap badges on the cops,
were shining diamonds,
illustrious timing,
but all eyes on my hair.
Aqua net, industrial flair,
Our clothes short-edged and uncomfortably
small,
my collar cutting my ears tends to make me look tall.
And from somewhere,
Def Leopard thrashes,
dropping cash on Jordache's,
in my Ford two-toned,
i get you alone.
"And i promise never to hit you like your momma's been hit, and your brother been hit."
Kentucky whiskey kisses, and disoriented misses.
And TIm Mcgraw plays that sweet bass gutiar
as you loosen your bra.
Lost in your Pabst Blue Ribbon eyes, caressing your Wynonna jaw
Insecticidal Maniac, Matricidal Insist
Crackling smoking fury, singed tender young follicles,
Michael's...
and mine.
We watched my father close the iron-hinged barbeque,
a jaw.
Michael revealed an assortment of pristinely faceted potato bugs.
Waxy little turds, greasy exoskeletonal sheen,
My booty,
two-inch worms
focused on the membranous fatty tissue,
where i imagined their serpentine hearts and innards...
lay.
Coiled meticulously in an orchestrated tapesty,
of circulation and digestion.
We pondered about their substance, and the temperature,
as we noticed the juxtapostion of their landing...
Pop...
Sizzling bacon, the sour fragrance bit my nostril,
And i left Michael there...
as I ran.
Past the bushes that always swallowed me, horsing around.
Past the swing set where i was twice the victum of a poorly executed Underdog,
and i hurdled
miscellaneous Fisher Price plasticine vehicles,
and the tug of frothy mucous twinged,
deep in the bowels of my lungs.
my hamstrings tightened as i leaped over the respectfully tacky ornaments,
speckled through out the yard,
darting into the kitchen,
my mother's embrace,
hardened blue-collar hands
blouse,
Lane Bryant decadent paisley,
suctioned to my clammy infantile brow
White Angel
(A Soliloquy to a Tampon)
Delicate, robust
The tiny angel, perched palm.
How do you fly, hair entwined?
Your gentile whispers, bellowed inside.
Fabric frail, gown construed.
How do you absorb my love denied?
Nanny of children, mine
A thousand times,
Embraced wings baleen queen
Like plankton, eggs you retrieve.
Braided locks, tangled weave.
I wrench you from inside of me
Gasoline
Gasoline
cascading, despite the resilience
the tormented torso
Boasting black brilliance
Castrated corpsed, the colonoscopy
doctors delegate everyone's doses
androids enhanced with herbal Echinacea
Assisting arithmetics in Asia
Bovine bereavement
secluding their meat scent
The aged breath of leather
washed wantonly by weather
Mostly my master's mastectomy
seemed to be, replacing
testicles technically
