Just

children on the tops of trains

look like zombies to us
do they want to eat our brains
they do want to eat

our iron dome grows rusty
the world will get in
our steely guns are trusty
we’ll just kill it

doe-eyed fox on one-way street

alive for a wink of time
carrion creatures get the meat
the carcasses we create

Sitting

 

America, you have issues around death.

Take www.duckskulls.com -- home of

the Original Intimidator Duckskull --

it’s a way of saying You think you can

get away just by flying, motherfucker?  

Banks & bosses will break my bones, but

if it flies, it dies, so don’t even think.

[Affect incredulous, cocky, vaguely

threatening smirk.]

                                  It’s not even real,

this duckskull, all one word. It’s made

in USA of polymer resin, handpainted

to look like an angry dead bird skull  

w/eyes. Angry b/c it’s dead? Or angry on

yr account, like a guardian ghostcock?

If I had an animal skull on my rear view,

to remind me of the fractional life

I control, I’d think I’d died & gone

to heaven. I do have an animal skull, but

covered with flesh, not even dead, so

out of la mode, out of the loop, out of

necro-everything: the empty swamp,

the truck, the me . . .