Wednesday, January 13, 2010

In the Endless Backyard, Part 5

A goat race. Your brother hanging onto
the pocket of your pink shorts. World's
Largest Horse. Endless shrieking, coming

near but never arriving. World's smallest
dog. Smeared glass boxes, cracked, with
bones inside. The hat worn by Jesse James.

Shake the hand of the man made of rubber.
Two liter cup of orange soda and all
the popcorn you can eat. A midget who

won't look at you sitting at a target.
A horse fly shining in your brother's hair.
A truckfull of fathers smoking. A man

swearing as he tears off the head
of a stuffed zebra. Your heel in a puddle
of beer and piss in the elephant tent. A tiny

elephant with a half-closed eye. The tickle
of a trunk, slow on your palm. Bet on number
the loudspeaker says, lucky number 9.


Radish King said...

Oh I love this. Every word.

Billy said...

lucky number 9. good stuffs.

Christine said...

Thank you, Radishy and Billy. This was a "supposed to be working very hard on something else but instead writing a poem" poem.

Billy said...

is all good. you do what u feel.