Laurel Canyon
by Gabriel Ridout
season of lost
tooth time for sensible linens
let cave-air whistle through the fibers
like song of steel guitar
these fairies who invade
fairies flock to the tunnel
and experiment sexually blowing
begging toothless to be punished
unknown straight-haired girls
hair down to smalls-of-backs
girls watch at the cave-tip
their homes are some yards up the cliff
these girls take pictures with their minds return
collecting teeth from trail like jagged
corn kernels stepping over sour
fairy carcasses purpled with blisters
bowels stuffed with rusty forks
as final warning to take that freak shit
somewhere else