Sparkle

another sixteen thousand animals,

sever all stem-vines from mother

couch all euphemism in hyperbole

stand sitting at the table with your elbows crossed

hand off cancerous footballs to someone running by

delve and develop faculties, and staff

write frivolous poetry

inevitable runoff from precipitation

court your weak side with gifts of respect

actualize your ears nose and throat

sparkle

The old full moon blizzard con

I

He told me that old story

the con outta jail

carryin’ a destiny like a locked house

haunted by the past

he told me that old story he said

an ex con you now?

hunted by ghosts with guns

guns like the tremor in his eyes

blurry white like the snow

sharp knives as the wind is cold

the old con without a new life

he told me that story you know?

II

silver six bees

t’was the same man

a con I say

a young man with an old life

that story that comes around again

he told me that

he was just out of jail you know?

hiding he said I say

an ex con an old con a young man

an old man he said

ready to die you know? that old story

he didn’t know you know? who he was

he didn’t

just an ex con outta jail and that

III

so I heard that old story coming back around again

ready to die & not knowin’ you know I say

that old con man is you you say

with sharp shivering ice

that old con man

with sharp shivering ice

you get the wind don’t mind the blow

don’t mind the blow & you won’t know

the blurry ghosts will hide you know

& all the snow

will come to you I know