operation

eye patch

(keep

your

tongue in

your

mouth).

 

under the

seizuring

florescents

in a

redbrick

podunk

honkytonk

pushpined

in the

center of

the orion

arm circa

pronto,

 

he sees

her enter

on the

brimstone

feathered

wings of

baphomet.

 

he says to

the

bartender,

i will die on

a baby

powder

beach in

bella coola,

or in an

antique

rowboat

a few feet

from shore.

it will be

partly

cloudy, it

will be a

postcard

autumn

sunday,

and i will

be alone.

god bless

you, mr.

vallejo.

i should

like to be

an oil tree

in a home

later

hanged in

a hall of

alluvium in

the fields

of elysium

along the

western

shores of

okeanos or

the dolomite

depths of

vikos gorge.

i will witness,

with the wind

between my

leaves and

branches, a

family grow

old in the

embrace of

canyons no

less grand.

 

the

bartender

sucks his

teeth and

pours him

another,

he swallows

and stands.

 

his once

waxen

wings of

icarus

reimagined

in

adamantium

reflect the

light in her

eyes and he

leaves while

she’s

distracted.

 

she used

to paint

with rain

collected

in an

empty

soup can

he used

to call

her

warhol

water.

 

meanwhile

a sitcom

about a

reptilian

space

pirate

president

in ape

skin who

catches

feelings

from air

supply

and his

adventures

in empathy

as he

 

awakens

to the

horror of

his

opposable

thumbing

of

oversized

red

buttons.

 

scrambled

pornograp

-hy set to

classical

music.

 

infirm in

flames

and

hospital

rubble

from

bombs

auto-

graphed

by

children

who just

learned

to spell

their

names.

 

starving

demons

don’t die

quietly

and

while no

one can

blame

them…

they

aren’t

polite

about it.

 

with

summer

legs

hanging

over the

edge of

the

water

tower at

the far

end of the

sagittarius

arm

 

she said

what’s

your

favorite

flower?

 

he said

tulips.

 

she said

stop it.

 

daisies

my dear,

bellis

perennis.

 

me too.

then

dimples

and a

simper.

 

he said

it’s cold

 

but she

couldn’t

sit any

closer.