Posted December 21, 2012 at 4:50pm in rattlesnake museum albuquerque nm new mexico abq marc falzon film large format photography contemporary art 50 faded glory 4x5
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oh twos
in the
oh twos
ten ago
she new the
stools so well
of the back
chicago nights
pulled out from under covers
to slouch in
corners hidden
and crept
in gossamer
light
torches flickin’
in pockets
lighting up in
the stinging cold
flooded by a circle
men crept by
looked down found
their keys in their
pockets turned
and spun
she felt their lips against
her neck
in her corner in
the corner of her mind
soft skin
a bubble that raises from
the deep maroon that
pulls and stretches the surface
mosquitos resting
and riding the waves
more flood waters
build and collect
in the recesses and cause the
strings to stretch more
and in her corner she sits
alone lips touching rim
sting of ocean salt
burns and envelopes
as those men creep by
stand over and turn and in
the corner of her slumbering
autumn mind she
can tastes their lips
and the bud on them.
then in the
oh sevens
five ago
something gave wave
as if the sun came out from behind the mood
millions of red
handkerchiefs
spun through the very air
circles and dance
and came down to the ground
the wet grasses and pools
spouted up and collected
then the sun
dried up all the cloth
and the skin receded
and the mosquitoes were no more
and the seasons turned back and
suddenly from
october it was
september again
then autumn, july, june.
she stopped seeing all
those same faces
and men with keys
clipped on their
pants loops
and found herself no longer in
corner and her thoughts of
lips no longer in mind
and in a blink of an eye
and a snap of the cellphone
AT&T sent the post
delicately to her wall
and where had been pond was now plains
the wetness all dried
but not so dry that bones were
soot and what was
became reduced to
bloated neurons and connections
that became more dulled
as two oh ten came
then two oh tweleve
came and those years
had been
erased
she came in with those
boys with their keys on
their pants loops
and spun and circled on
wooden laqauer
put her lips up to
the rim which was
no longer so salty
and took it in like water
which had not been so
kind to her in the past
and those
seated stools in
the corner were filled with all but
her
she crossed with a headache
that pounded to the beat
of the bass
and it was everything she
imagined
just not so special
but when she
came down and found herself
under the comforters of many color
their lips as she played
were not so warm
ice cube chilled
the blood vessels and
muscle, fat,
and left billowy water filled
pools where
their gullet had been
and when she kissed
she felt as if
after the years of struggle
to be herself here
in the town
melted away
in those cold, plump lips
she only could feel
as if she were kissing
herself back in
oh two
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on the safari
on the safari
ive got so
many ways
to say
it and
not so
much to
say
like the
answer is
to go to
france in tent
and draw out
genesis
like the
answer is
to go to
into the
cabin and tick tock
texts
like the
answer is
just beyond
the
fogged
mirror
in so many
ways and technique
just to reach
the safari to
hunt down the right words
not here, but in studio
not here, but over there
not now, but when the weather outside is just right and the sun is not overcast but the breeze is cool enough with the shade to carry on
not now, my laptop on my lap is overheating
