delphic

 

 

 

 

my wish is that Frost, if still alive, would be the same grumpy fellow.

The one who's fame is lasting; whose rough earth "could cross me from sweet things".

I would stack his heads up like isocephalic rooftops. Trace his palm, his 'boys will'

lifeline, knowing full well the grief I have to attend. Then allow his flattened out

ghost to flutter down to the fats and waxes of Detroit

 

where if you still want to know about revolution, you talk to the old men in

Dashiki's who will tell you that life is nothing but a Jim Brown movie of the worst kind,

"Rio Conchos" where you don't know what to do with your hands. Where blues and the bottom

of the ocean will be personified. Stolen rifles will be unearthed, then sold to the

murderous Apaches,

 

where the young men's pants will forever sag,

like warm suns,

before they die.

Reviews

[Corset]

I would really love to scalp whomever started that fad of soggy diaper pants, I would slap them and send them to their room till they learned how to use a belt, it's the Scorpio in me, I'm not really violent, only in my mind am I dangerous :)

[K. Louis]

I loved the way you described detroit...great imagery in this, and loved the last simile.