Tuesday, December 17, 2013

amy, liquid gold

skinny-trip huffer man hacks his lung
onto the sidewalk
with a backturned, halfass basketball cap
basketball, peach basket, orange basket
basket so big like a swollen huffer-head that he holds
holds in a huffer-haze

vox clamantis, said my starchwhite friend
vox clamantis hollering
hoop-de-holler highway hollers
to the highest of heaven
(not in the desert)
while the skinny-trip huffer man
swings a deal for a tube of something good

his dirty little fingernails
like a tiny little set of sheet metal brakes
dirty line of mulch for growing potatoes
(like my brother used to say)
scratch of skin
and scratch of hair
and scratch of mucous from his nose
(some call it snot, but it's not)

even tiny little bits of dried blood clinging right in there
mingled with the feces
from the stool
from the men's room
from the grocery store
right on the bus line

but skinny-trip huffer man
holds his crotch
so the girls will look at him and know
they will know he is more
more than just a skinny-trip huffer man
with a set of sheet metal brakes at hand
and a seventeen o-clock shadow
on the skinny upper lip
that waggles just a little bit
when the old lady screams
and the old man hits
and maybe he isn't more
than a skinny-trip huffer child
in a big-boy-bounding-bold
and balding basketball cap

and his bowels came loose
all over seventh avenue
and the man with the really big eye
(just the left one)
(he injects the paint into the right one)
(it's okay, sugar-poopsie)
(it stopped hurting months ago)

the man with the really big eye
laughed away the smell
on seventh avenue
when the skinny-trip huffer man
lost his bowels
but for just a minute

so now
skinny-trip huffer man wipes his hands
onto the sidewalk
with a backturned, halfass basketball cap
basketball, peach basket, orange basket
basket so big like a swollen huffer-head that he holds
holds in a huffer-haze
and it pounds
pounds
pounds
like a swollen huffer-head
ripe with
the sweetest,
ripest,
huffest,
hottest,
hopped-up hoop-de-huffer
holy hangman
amyl nitrite

I just love you,
sugar-poopsie.

Wake up now,

okay?

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