Mar
10
Loudspeaker (for Mimi Parker)
Just as every tale begins in sheetmetal
Flashes, I am going slowly into this lake
I am going slowly into this lake.
I take the nudes out from the floorboards
Lay them in milk. Beautiful
Arson. I get shot in the t-shirt
And do not bleed. Shocker,
Shocker. I fill up the house with bells
Which I stack up and polish.
I listen to coins ring under the carpet,
Electric guitar and vocals. I still
Haven’t bled anything. I can see
Straight through me straight into the lake.
Green. Pink. The money in my pocket
Burns over the loudspeaker. Naked,
I am whatever I’m face down in.
They call me the human instrument.
I brush off shards like a gourd,
I shake my teeth. Please
Lord God don’t ever let me change.
