8:55 A.M.
Wednesday,
December 3, 2014
Eyes dry, stagnant like a box fan
in a windowless room in summer.
Del Monte plastic blades—black
on the serrated side—dice rotting
pizza tomato trash air.
Stomach like a battery acid pond.
Flannel, Dockers, hair slicked
tight like road signs, tossing oyster
crackers to acid ducks. The sky's
on fire.
Clouds textured like *******
and never-ending like Escher.
Jet planes carry ***** comatose
patients into the sun to burn
out like a light bulb
a few flickers of life gone.
Hands dry, faulted like missing
bathroom tiles at Exxon-Mobil/
Sunoco/Shell beneath the metal
sink where crabgrass sprouts
from the cracks like
cheap caulk from Second-Hand Hardware.
Bent nails, rusted patching trowels,
ants in the quick-dry drywall mix.
I'll never reach Nirvana.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
8:55 A.M.
Wednesday,
December 3, 2014
Eyes dry, stagnant like a box fan
in a windowless room in summer.
Del Monte plastic blades—black
on the serrated side—dice rotting
pizza tomato trash air.
Stomach like a battery acid pond.
Flannel, Dockers, hair slicked
tight like road signs, tossing oyster
crackers to acid ducks. The sky's
on fire.
Clouds textured like *******
and never-ending like Escher.
Jet planes carry ***** comatose
patients into the sun to burn
out like a light bulb
a few flickers of life gone.
Hands dry, faulted like missing
bathroom tiles at Exxon-Mobil/
Sunoco/Shell beneath the metal
sink where crabgrass sprouts
from the cracks like
cheap caulk from Second-Hand Hardware.
Bent nails, rusted patching trowels,
ants in the quick-dry drywall mix.
I'll never reach Nirvana.
