Saturday, July 26, 2008
Surprise Would Simply Do So
Captain Bryant is a microcosm of the inexplicit
he derides what he can’t understand
anything murderous considers a slamdunk
a woman what they used to call a lay
up in the hills of angora
he surfed with Beau Bridges and a blind dog
once confided that he slurred when he walked
it’s very long since a slum worked
to convey the atmosphere of another world
from whom do we benefit in a new spaceage?
that divorcee with the rattling scabs?
I was prone to think of bats
how they burst when they hit the electric fence
and the smell you can’t describe
then I’d remember splashy Beau and his Speedo armor
the completion of a scholar
that was the day I became asexual being
the number of the architect of Coventry garbage
now I live in replica devotion
to a pair of knee socks called Colette