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Look at all the steam off the snow

We listen to the Top 40 country radio blow

Listen to the singer, trying to put my finger on who killed who

When it does linger, the sweet nostril-stinger of the spring’s mildew

Was it your will to take his pill orally?

Or did you act perfunctorily?

The lamp-shadow dampness

The safe world of campus

The water of your high school eyes

Some stadium

Some old college tries

There in my stomach the liquor heated

With every place I ever trick-or-treated and

We used to message through the ink of night

With skin still young and pink and tight

Back when the tongue thrust with all of our young lust

The dimple-chin brunettes who make simpleton pets of me

And yes I’m a heel, but with Peter’s keel

I will cut through the lily-pads

The moping mothers and hillbilly dads

And the billboard dentist from White Lake to East Lansing

With his day-glo halo sentence entrancing

The moon makes lake-water out to be a filmy skin

But who can begin to tell what skin holds far within

Oh the bathers

Oh the toweling

Your cells are saviors that ring wet bells growling and

You have the black eyes

Just holes filled with night skies

A saddening sweetness through your kid-sister-sighs

Where the Sylvan Lake corner is flickering with childhood

And the mourner within me feels older than wildwood

And if I knew what part of me was wax

I would try to truncate it with a black sopping night axe


from Deadmalls and Nightfalls, released July 20, 2010


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