--I KNOW THE TUMBLEWEED LEXICON
The Other Side of Damage
In the frail below,
I find our bedsheets hanging,
a Scrabble board of blood
piping strong in its center with
a 70 point word score for icepick.
You have left the engine running again
and now dead crows are dropping like flies
around our anorexic rosebushes.
Which dentist implanted keys
inside your teeth? They glow
radioactive whenever you sneeze or lie.
The cat is flirting wide-mouthed with
my confidence and conscience.
I make myself less
full by ripping out my intestines.
With a sailor’s knot here and there
it becomes a jungle gym rope for
people like me to swing from.
Whose flying monkey is that?
It keeps slamming into the picture window
going Thwack! Thwack!
like King Kong’s erratic heartbeat.
Stand still for once and I’ll
paint you without colors.
When the moon grows chubby
it will all make sense and
the machete will whistle sharp
announcing an intervention.