Jackal

Laugh like Hyena picking bones like guitar sting.

Where the moon blows, I believe we have met before.

"Your accent is familiar, have you tried the chicken?"

"Allspice is my guess."

"There may be cloves too."

"Could use a little sea salt."

Clapping would be nice, had we thumbs.  Baby,

I know it.  Don't you start.  If you start, I will lose it.

"Jah-quel, you are too late and I am already gone-"

Smoker 45

Fuck you.  Pirate melody?  While I obscure
your finding the cure for the fog and the hate
surrounding my shooting brake while I rake up the shit lying in the gutters and the dutch big skirt standing over it handily?  Handle me, I scream, in ten kinds of colors making you my brother to cover the bullshit brown out me.  There was a shut down, can you handle me?  There was a shut down.  Damn near black out.  East said no.  The grid said yes.  For a second everyone was a moonlit guest.  The hounds came out.  Every single last end was found and then the power came back and black went to light.
When was the last time
fright turned to sight
while the street lamps blinked to the melody
inside your head?
A long.  Long. Walk.  With two matchsticks
and one barrel.

This I Believe 3

I believe in knock down drag outs.

I believe in lower case.

I believe in Carmen Sandiego.

I believe in heart throbs from Middle School.

I believe in bass and genetics.

I believe in pipe bombs and fetish.

I believe in hyper space and real time.

I believe asleep.

Do you dream?

Do you war?

I believe in chairs.

I believe in lake Michigan.

I believe in fantasizing about my professor's bare feet.

I believe in bubble gum and cardboard.

I believe in journeymen.

I believe in sadism.

I believe in gunpowder.

I believe in salutations.

I believe in metal, heavy and light.

I believe in hollow points

and well washed,glistening, silver nitrate threaded socks.

I will never be convinced

of the power of slight.

Skitter, skitter, skitter;

this I believe.  When the sun comes up,

believe it. Gunned down by the sounds,

falling on my face, blazing behind

up through the rib cage like fireworks

mapped in blood

 and found.

I believe in sidewalks.

I believe in pain.

I believe in the stopwatch.

I believe in laces.

I believe in fury.

I believe in earrings.

I believe in fingernails.