Apple picking at Watervliet Farms.

august 2012

 

 

 

We have driven all morning over roads that hold

liquid as rebellion. I stopped counting cows

miles ago, taking the short way to delusion.

 

Why.

Why even think of something I've never done?

Is being in love so agreeable to the senses?

So attached to  motion and sun-ups;

drunk and hard to carry?

 

I showed Audrey my pencil collection

in the fifth grade/ she would later show me

the satin front of her girdle in a voice

of Playtexed cruciform. Knowning

goddamn well something was in their waiting

to  run off. Knowing that one day it would

collapse around he head of the baby. It

took a c-section to unlock the dark,

rock bark. The torment,

the wails of surely incivility. I still

cover my eyes when even the gold fish

gives birth in their dirt water incubus.

The contemptible stone man that guards

the tank from deamons/

the wheel. The soil as snow clumps,

crumbled food; exudate. Effluvium. Silly

trapped fish will eat anything you tell them to.

Like a crowd of golden daffodils

 

they fight with self satisfaction.

Then play their usual dead fish

death.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

Earth and effluvium, sharing pencils and states of undress, and that marvelous final stanza. Boy howdy, is this some damn fine writing.

[Corset]

LOl, I love how you ended this, and it's true, lol..."

I still cover my eyes when even the gold fish

gives birth in their dirt water incubus.

The contemptible stone man that guards

the tank from deamons/

the wheel. The soil as snow clumps,

crumbled food; exudate. Effluvium. Silly

trapped fish will eat anything you tell them to.

Like a crowd of golden daffodils"

But I wouldn't get to smug with that shaker, eventually it empties out, then the fish will eat each other...lol, wise to keep one eye closed, just incase it gets brutal