Apricot

originally published in the latest MIDCULT reader

1

Every telephone pole a surface 
with which to bash the face 
of that big moon tonight

who goddamn
will throw the gauntlet down 
with a skid mark squealing 
end-it-all barre chord.

Roar of the paving truck 
here I come 
to blanket, immolate 
dement you

You take a chisel to your rock 
hot procedure, lighter-shaped 
like a little gun. We pass those goons

pockets overflowing with zip ties 
bloodless cartoons 
in a wildfire of headlights.

Do you make a cool retreat 
glazing through your life
instead of razing, you stinky patina?

Send me in 
with anthrax breath
I'll take and drop another lover

I'II heart fuck 'em to death
I'll take it in the face
I'll call myself Simone 
what's your safe word

apricot


2

I understand you are angry 
you are dense with white material

I understand you have one brittle language 
you are very young

I understand you are in bed 
and your dreams are paltry

I understand your original face 
haloed in common light

the blue network
below your rough leather mask

Finally understood, move naked 
into the heavy effort of the day.