You don’t have a clue, says the power drill to the canoe hanging from the rafters. Is life a contest everything plays by different rules for different prizes? You’re really worthless, aren’t you? barks the cherry tree covered with eponymous fruit to the wagon lying on its side. Unfair! Wasn’t that wagon not two days ago leading the parade, the puppy refusing to wear her hat? Can’t you just leave me alone? says the big picture of Marilyn Monroe behind her nonreflective glass. Is the universe infinity in ruckus and wrack? The third grader loose in dishwares, the geo-tech weeping on the beach. Mine, mine, says the squirrel to the transformer, unclear on the capacities of electricity. String of Christmas lights tangled with extension cords, can’t you work things out? The young couple takes a step toward the altar, increasing the magnetic force that sends ex-lovers whirling off into nether nebulae but attracting mothers-in-law. In one wing, the oxygen mask taken from the famous writer of terza rema glee while in another an infant arrives, loudly disappointed to have to do everything now himself, no longer able to breathe under water. Will we never see our dead friends again? A motorcycle roars on the terrible screw of the parking structure, lava heaves itself into the frigid strait.
Scarecrow on Fire
Everything is brushed away, off the sleeve, off the overcoat, huge ensembles of assertions just jars of buttons spilled, recurring nightmare of straw on fire, you the scarecrow, the scare, the crow, totems gone, rubies flawed, flamingo in hyena’s jaws, noble and lascivious mouth of the gods hovering then gone, gone the glances, gone moths, cities of crystal become cities of mud, centurion and emperor dust, the flower girl, some of it rises, proof? some of it explodes, vein in the brain, seed pod poof, maybe something will grow, another predicament of bittersweet, dreamfluff milkweed, declarations of aerosols, vows just sprays of spit fast evaporate, all of it pulverized as it hits the seawall, all of it falling snow on water, flash of flying fish, breach and blow and sinking, far below creatures of luminous jelly constellated and darting and baiting each other like last thoughts before sleep, last neural sparks coalescing as a face in the dark, who was she? never enough time to know.