Tuesday, July 7, 2020

art history poem #3

a gun
a knife
pills
fi replace
the sky
disconnected phone line
the number “21”
wolves
abandoned mine
two dead cops
a take out salad
a bridge
black pontiac sunfi re
a ladder propped up against the side of the building
a man with a mustache
orange tabby cat
the witch with a slit throat
the perimeter’s pine trees
the lone gunman runs out of ammo
the single light on in the house, visible from the street
the rear view mirror
the door slammed shut
the memory from his childhood
the water in the wineglass
the mask, removed
a teacher out of offi ce
untucked fl annel shirt
sex, underwater
hot sand
crystal blue water
unreadable time on the clock
understanding
the ritual application of moisturizer
whistling
coff ee, but who knows how long it’s been sitting there
cut fruit
red baseball hat
the mound of dirt behind a bigger mound of dirt

waves you can hear but can’t see
jericho’s trumpet
trident gum in a pink package
noble rot
dirty laundry on the fl oor
an eclipse
a metaphor for hell
a volcanic eruption
a point and shoot camera
light purple nailpolish
another fl ashback
a dial tone
the statue of a dog
newspaper clippings
boots at the door
lights and sirens
reading glasses
a plan

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