Fences
Flexible Flyers eating Flexible Flyers eating Flexible Flyers. Disks
crest and dance over the queen-shaped mound-- Icy emails
tease through braced teeth and over the raised plastic
numbers. The wanting so much to go and the throughput--
Loosening teco nails with your teeth from roof shingles your
hammer-faced beauty on the roof. Armloads of dilly bar
whores cascade through the rodeo gates, rodeo gates.
Come birth over these habits, these buying habits to scan: long
bar long bar short bar short bar long bar short bar short bar
long bar short bar short bar long bar short bar short bar short bar the middle--
This, your birth, this, your childhood, this, your mess,
this, your dinner, this, your compost, this, your piss,
this, your words, this, your face, this dust, this, dust.
Senses
The spires are never justice-- The spitting, the lipstick, the videotape.
Never dusty, they stretch and giggle with names like "sucks." Dust in
streetlights -- what are the chances -- digging down through biting.
Fractions and haphazard leather and rings around--
Crossing guards, hookers of the food chain, perilous. Woodchipping
around the Comfort Inn for some postage. Brittle Chrome dances,
frostbitten, chugging ammonia and Dr. Dre. Below the mill smoke
the bandits lay dying in headlights and wheat grass. Arizona is so
far away from here with its steady heat and dry. Knuckles cracking when the moon peaks.