NIGHT MUSIC
If the nightcrawlers sing through the loam tonight can I join them
A boy who was born with the blown out voice
of a legendary
backwoods catcaller
and built his fortune on the scalp of his tristia
in the podunk
vistas of nowhere
•
Can I join them the nightcrawlers
if they chew through the soil and sing
and gasp for pink dew
and meat
like the teeth that ate through my pink when I began teething
•
If they sing tonight will she barb them my love in her wedding dress
My tristia married off
like a heath dweller into the arms of a reddleman
Does she hear them the fish hooks still ring
like our teens
when we were hated and ate our handful of worms like the song said
•
It’s the law
rome told me
I was gassed and slung to a hinny and chased from town with my hands tied
I woke and was ancient
and gutshot
and slack
and saw
the tramps sleeping
in bank of america
Dressing the sores in the heat the earth let escape her
A menagerie of tramps
like a handful of nightcrawlers
and dreaming they eat
themselves back inside her
•
Have you met my new love
the sylph
drunk like a war hero on armistice day and flaunting her croix de guerre
She hears the song
the night music
I sing when I’m trying to reach her
and cracks her legs
her eyes to the sailors
her mouth
a lowing sinkhole
•
His face that was armor it’s chinked like a cutting board
he sullies
my catwalk down broadway she thinks
(love ignores love
ignores and goes rogue)
My inamorata the sylph in her crinoline skirt and her fishnets
she belongs
in the canyon of heroes
catcalled and flogged
like white meat
and hornswoggled
Is this our spoils boys
for sacking rome
I hum to my mouthful of worms
I was legendary in my hey in my pink with my fortune and tristia
Now pale as ovid
I’m punching the earth with a trake and singing I clean
your love from my hooks
like a dusting of misfired snow
•
& tristia the worms
can we join the worms
who sang you off to your reddleman
& tristia your fortune
is your fortune
in bank of america
& tristia the tramps
do you feed them your meat and your spoils
do you feed them the loam they dream they eat back inside you
& tristia the sores
tonight in your gown I see you dressing
the sores and cleaning my love from your trake
& tristia the nightcrawlers
far from our heath
can we join the nightcrawlers beneath the gutshot columns of rome
