The Big Bad
handle
of a gun
exploded
in the hand
of
my left arm’s hand.
Begging
isn’t all that
different
from suffo
-cating
a pair of scissors
desire
for cutting the
paper
of your heirs’ last
attempt
at completing
themselves.
I saw a red
red
dog. It was as big
as
a big thing—that thing
you
were so afraid of telling
your
grandfather about that
one
time. But then things
weren’t
so simple back
then.
Back when your lips
hadn’t
yet been miserable,
back
when your entire body
wasn’t
a fish tank for people
to
covet a cleaning or two
guppies
you were so sorry
for
you. So-so for your eyes
look
at your long long blonde.
Take
me to the movies!
Show
me what Tom Cruise does.
Show
me what that fountain falls on it
-self.
When I was water a child
meant
absolutely nothing
to
me. It was as if the moon looked
down
on a town and said “follow
your
fellow citizens down that
road
way” where you never
wanted
to go. It was a place you
had
never been before.
One
fascinating
thing about a fact
is
that eyes never see eyes’ fact
eyes
sees. Does
makes
you horrible. Prob
-ably. Waiting for
an
explosion to go off in front
of
my face for the entire time
face
was face. And do you know
how
easy it is to talk out of some
-thing
like that? It’s as easy as
you
you
and
you.
Posted 07/07/14