the giant sand statue comes to life
by
J. D. Nelson

easy black denim drill sgt.
BBQs on the weekends
those early Sunday blackouts
zipper rusted shut
bells are ringing. listen:
long-range satellite cowfolks
handy-dandy, heavy-duty
scorched earth coffee
black bog nog
how can you stand it
just standing there,
letting your hair grow?
the faint ticking
of an atomic clock
the ever-increasing
sharpness of focus
no sloshed smears of memories
hot champion wax & stacks
of pamphlets & propaganda
let your lights down low
& I am a sea slug.

 

 


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