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