an object before a show

Hey guys, hope to see you all out at the Cathedral of Junk (4422 Lareina Drive) Saturday at 8. Here's a poem balancing object and creation, stimuli and inspiration.





object poem 4

you are an old
workhorse
sawing
your own bones

and it is not disturbing;
I laugh

and a green riot of idiots
comes

away from the evening
tree,

killing whatever they get their hands on.

we can
pass

by
in

a velvet truncated menagerie,
we
can splay and
bark and moan