like a tongue spat copper sparrows onto a t-shirt breast
October 1st, 2009
By Michael Hessel-Mial
i jabbed your tongue
on a
stuck-pin for punish
like a pink stuffed-animal turtle
cracked between glass plates
i called some nazis
from a call-in
nazi service
they came and stuffed
a roast beef in my ass-crack
like an ass was a place-can
the roast beef ran reeled in by the kissing-line
my nose was filled
with creamy, fluffy,
puffy fluffy clouds
if you pulled they would squirt hibiscus sweetness
and jet wriggling blooms behind them
after 40 years in the lunch-room
(jammed with produce, random product
sunglasses powder, pickled lipstick, glass only
your face that could curdle enemy rain
that could blow up picnic tables
that could look straight now looking askance
your wrists riveted to a plastic juice
punctured organic, green sweet and sharp)
you stood up again
in different clothing than you sat in
full of yourself
crying of upside smiley-face cloud
beautiful, stuffed in sweated cotton
green-stained white dress
empty glove smeared with wiped-off face
from teaching leather how to behave
hand in heart
stuck to a frozen iron throb
between windows
