I saw Elvis making crop circles in Atlantis
From the window of my pink wooden house
Rattling pigeons lining the lip of the rain gutter
Squawking at the wash line
Strung out in the strata of the bleaching sun
I hung out in the window frame
Smoking Camel Lights in a T-shirt
Watching flocks of black angels
Soaring above the leafless treetops
The bourbon reek of the ocean
Rolling and foaming across my
Tilted square of freshly-cut lawn
My radio zoomed into Prague DJs
The red pin of the dial pointing magnetic North
Tangled fibers of cotton
Being spit from slits
In my favorite vinyl tablecloth
Rings of coffee stains
Blood stains
Love stains
Remind me of where I have been…
It was the sway of electric light September
A lonely hovel of a home
Basking in the sore stomach of life
Miles from nowhere
Seconds from everywhere
The typewriter clicks banged off the walls
Steel drums clattered in the distance
Monkeys tossed pineapple bombs in the graveyard
And all was merely a flicker of time
Bottled in a piece of cherry-lemon rhyme
My Christmas tree bent and dried
Presents left unopened
The jagged shards of ornaments
Looking like fragile teeth
Ready to take a bite out of me
Whenever I passed by them
On my way to the bathroom
To load another razor
To scrape away my senseless charm…
It was in the grocery store where I saw her
Standing in the long line
With a bottle of all-natural apple juice
And carb-friendly yogurts
Cradled within her arms
She smelled like dirty peaches and chai
Broke and fragile and hot high from behind
Her zodiac leggings tight and cradling ass
One strap of her orange top sliding off her dimpled shoulder
She turned for a moment to cast a psychic, random smile
Ocean water eyes from another world aglow
A premonition of a wife to be
Then watching her fade out the sliding doors
As I plunked down thirty dollars
For beef steak, potatoes and mounds of pasta
And I dropped them all for love
And followed her through the jungle
Hoping she’d lead me to a crystal ball
Or Kerouac’s meditation mat in the woods…
And when I raised my head up off my table
The vinyl stuck to my face trying to keep me down
I realized I was dreaming again
The jagged teeth of the ornaments
Grinning wide, making fun of me
And I went into the kitchen
Turned on the light above the sink
And went to work making a poison stew
While listening to Prague DJs spinning
songs about screaming for help.
CEREAL AFTER SEX 