nails

Coyotes wrap themselves into paper towels.
Moons chase each other, tin-sounding moons
over chicken wire fences. Decrepit
gods can’t help thinking about frozen
legions of ants, drunk plumbers from
faraway countries, lost in thunderbolt forests,
rotten towers trudging in search of
bent rusty nails.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “nails

    • Instead of passing between worlds
      As in the good old days, coyotes now
      Pass between women rabbits
      Pieces of bacon paper towels
      Strands of fire and their own destinations
      The guy who used to play jazz standards to them
      In the middle of nowhere between
      Withered blades of grass is lying under
      Pockets full of greasy coins and crumpled bills
      Of questionable origin

      Like

      • POCKETS OF CASH MONEY
        GREASY AND OF QUESTIONABLE ORIGIN
        LAWS WERE PASSED TO HOBBLE THE AVERAGE
        CITIZENS WITH CAGE-FREE CHICKENS
        AND CHILDREN BASICALLY UNEDUCATED
        YOUNG ADULTS MAKING ATTEMPTS AT LOVE
        ASSAULT AND ROBBERY AND TEEN PREGNANCY
        HUNGRY MOUTHS PAINFULLY PULLED OUT
        INHERITED AND INFECTIOUS DISEASES
        WHITE BREAD, ALCOHOL AND METH

        Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s