Algie's figurines

A Poem by michaelbourne

Imagine cigarettes and STD's and missed learning experiences.
because this voice
says to, it is my flickering page.
My fleeting moment of depserate calls
for attention.

No cryptic words of
pretentious Intelligence.
I'm a straight shooter
with a lazy eye.
I keep my pinky to the sky
in between inhales from plastic
vodka bottles, and belt welts
from neon barroom
wilted doves. Boxed nourishment
and ashtray saliva.

And Algie sits cross legged in some family's home,
tendril hair and rotting teeth, thoughts of soiled cotton
and festering creeks
Staring through his reflective
two way mirrors.
smiling at
me underneath our basement.

-He's Swallowing glass classical figurines, tigers
Ah Sunflowers Virgin Mary's. Symbols crippling,
underneath the iron seeping through the cracks in
our enamel veneer smiles.