blaaastttt

dark black hair
posthumous.
demonous legacy
infinite skipping stone,
to earthward tendency
raise my son right
quietly sandblast him
when swear words come out
make him leave the room godammit

downward

no matter what your body language suggests,

boring for a new affiliate,

or pre-wedding rest

the world implores you to get a haircut.

and really...what is humanity if it isn't one big body

stealing

"it's my word or the blackbird's!"
he pointed to a tree
and scoffed an ultimatum to the heathen mutts
and shadows too stubborn to be his silhouette

flakes of his dead skin rest on the window sill.

the head of the museum watches,

waits for y'all to learn some lessons

from his carefully designed corridors.

his labrador quit smoking,

turned over a leaf,

and took a paid vacation

from barking indiscriminately.

secretaries extol the virtues of

teamwork, mission statements, office birthdays

and how the worst place to park a convertible

is under a tree.

where they come from,

a man is entitled to one act
in a cabaret

or on the caustic territory god founded by fertilizing an egg.