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even if you
could drive by braille i could
not have
done it in here the firs
wax in a
whitehot hold
pain in them
i know
i am
obviously wearing your clothes
got a
midriff similar
to the rent
spinout
sick
obviously
with a pat
flatness
its
reductive to claim an argument
is reductive
pat to
flatten the centerfold you always
show up in.
the pullover hoods
downy the
moons obscene
below us is
a dime you cant tell
whether its
worth
picking up.
nobody
signed my
cast because
i never
broke a bone or wrote get better
soon i tell
myself
pound out
& round that four
ventricled
snowcone
your so
hearty with. nobody
likes to
miss a party
but then one
day you do; the thumbnails
blacken on
the tackboard i am
growing up
upright arent i
i want to
want to blackout but i whiteout
how the good
lake froze how the slakes
inauspicious,
i just wanted
a warm
reception just
wanted to be
wireless wanted
to graduate
from marionette
unto
mannequin & mannequin unto man.
*
Wherewithal/The
Verb to Script
i
dont let yourself self doubt that you're handy
building projectors
reveilles never in vain
like a sock puppet a god mans
struts upto hell in a raw place
got in there & cut a rug with bonnie
bonnie unperturbed i fly & am fly
forefinger & ringfinger render in spacetime
a hammock of where stymie
touches timely
everyone overworks the closure shifts
the shafts foreclose fore sundown meanwhile
a journeymans playing juliet handily
suffering posterity troubles
the backdrops painted rain
in acrylics
stem a reminiscence of hogs & hags
come for a matinee
bulletins on hiatus were posted
a roustabout shout in its stead o happy
dagger & o how the spiders in the drains pout
ii
by the roadside there is a grown wallflower
known as your willpower
it mustnt power off altogether
dont let yourself wolf
breads or meds unsightly
honey we were not born with this mind or
with this in mind
we cant let the negative space
of the self self actualize there wont
be nothing left
but a patch of
willow crush & a set dresser dressing down
**
Brian Laidlaw is a poet and songwriter from San Francisco, currently finishing
an M.F.A. in Poetry at the University of Minnesota. His work has appeared in American Songwriter Magazine
and is forthcoming in FIELD, VOLT, Aufgabe, and Quarter After Eight. News, tour, and contact information are available
at http://www.brianlaidlaw.com/.
Archived at http://lit.konundrum.com/poetry/laidlawb_poems.php
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