NINETIES SNAPSHOT POP

 

on the estates dawn-yellow hem

the unwrapped cellophane

of fresh cigarettes

was tugged like a wind sock

in the commute-o-clock breeze

its rip strip

a silver tendril

friction clinging

to the hand-me-down fingers

of my bus fare palm

& the mezcal hangovers

were their very own drug

back in the radiohead days

that called my work boots lucid

& the flats great golden bales

STORM IS LIKE STUFF

storm goes 
PAH !
and 
CR-CR-CRUNCH !
like the famous black Asiatic bear 

lightning flashes great blue bed sheets in appalled silence 
and
rain comes - fat drops like mad upstream salmon
swimming in the urgent bladder 
of
a
full animal hose

thunder goes 
MEGA PAH !  
like
beasts bellies empty - sweet meat buffet is late
and
we
cringe like dogs by the window - its 3 AM and we're swearing
with
each
POW and KA BLAAAM - roars from the zoo of the world
angry and careless and reckless
in
the 
wild sky

small mammals lay low to the ground like spies
clutching secret briefcases for comfort
hiding
under
wooden hems and imaginary sheltering wings

lightning flashes 
DAY DAY DAY ! like time has burst into bits 
like the blinking eyes of leviathan
and 
everything is lit negative and naked and unnatural
but 
REAL
and we wonder aloud how much primitive people
must 
have
shat
at the noise from the animals in the sky

from www.philidelphiazoo.org