The Diachronic Barber Pole Observations of a Recovering Hockey Exile


Worn Black

July 14, 2014, by Homme De Sept-Iles

like a big, once-bold but old blanket 

monkey’s paw
coal cotton

trug trog trib drug drag drip
drugs unneeded, unwanted
four summers’ discontent thatched heat roofing gone goner

the life i read, the words i wear
grow shapes
bipedal or turtle wood kitchen solemn; lariat table or sphynx chair
black dries mahogany
jet rumbles umber
rubber gleans clown sheep teeth

my belongings become mine
my possessions drop dust, glow clean
embers warm my laundry’s tongues

me warms
me






VN:F [1.9.14_1148]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.14_1148]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

July 14, 2014   No Comments » comments now enabled!