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like summer melon hit by a part from a washing machine yes seeds but no seeds to bean the oils from I run olive oil all in my glasses make it so I only see in sleep wedge of bread masks the crow a clown you know fat white nose pecked once and dropped from yonder pine your smashing legs uncrossed god your dropping foot evens the ground
From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.
how hunger boy
mercer must you
brain crane lay
over lap one
dream broom
person starved
down chaff
rain pencil
shaving ego
peck of
pimpled flesh
on fire
eat burnt crane
eat burnt crane
eat burnt crane
who your gods then
while you wait
for the soupbird to unshade yr life
in who the cleated teeth
of rain
in mist
in whom the fired
sibilant remnants
a passing
storm’s little
unsuccessful denials
of fire
in his wide wide palm the reigns loose as a foundering
pulse the sky gone
the color of the dying too
and the night kneels
on the throat of the morning
the turkey is clocking and
the night is a preservationist
the morning is a revisionist and
the child is erasing her skin
with a toe thick school eraser for
the moon is the idea of the bone in theoretical x-ray
the clenched jaws of the stars
the doctor’s hunched under
run thick cold sweat thoughts of
the metals of air war asleep
 | This poem is from a longer work, written in dedication to Abraham Smith's canine companion, Rodney. |
probably the heat in the bama walMART parkin lot curls the edges of the masking taped penciled on a half crapped crate baby RODNEY stretchy snow legs and sweet potato continent blotches down his back LOST aka abandoned as the hoarder's drawers of one rub off