Wednesday, October 24, 2007

pig's blood

deadended and so (falls
unbelievably mud a
mud sky) blanket
sigh of a hog's head's
dream (of a hog's
head's dream) under the
rusted killing floor roof

Certain As A Sickle Cell

Standing at the trough where we pee, the men make it look like they know what they're doing. A quarter of the women are bleeding. There are large buildings in the background clustered together like those found in many famous images. In the foreground sits a childhood friend professing how you were right all along. A host of wild animals parade though. You walk away from the scene and nobody can tell if it's out of disgust or confusion, which is just what you wanted...

Sleeping Tight

If she were to open her eyes, she wouldn't believe her senses. A battalion of daffodils crawling slowly and surely up her back and planting themselves on her slumped shoulders is taking precautionary measures. When it rains she'll have to wake up and go inside a house and maybe lay down. When it rains, they're the first to know. She's dreaming of eating a peach and masticates in her sleep, making the noises one would while eating a peach if there was none and with a dry mouth. There is a great big scary monster waiting behind the peach to pick all the daffodils off her shoulders, but I'd rather not say anything...