Vinyl Black Top

by Rob Rice

 

i. Praise for a Body

We eat off gas here

No Wood Beer Meat

Your resentments testify as

To what I am so I kill

Men like you do

 

New auction topic

Barter’s mold and

River killer bikes

And benches and rust bugs

Find homes in hearts and stop them

 

Tonight’s hardwater expresses purple and

It kills there, forgone and monstrous urge to include

 

So faces bloom blue hemorrhage

Arbors

 

ii. Unsettled in an Apartment

Hear me I’m listening I’m loose

I’m the rapt king of madness and broken doors

Sated on sale beef they say don’t make me look at him

 

Sashmaker saw me nude

And built me into this lit

By dusty electric silhouettes in blue-gas

 

“Things are more like they are now than they’ve ever been before”

Perversity’s fuck buddy in mourning and prescription avarice

 

Limp offer, the tepid petty lure

Draped on the pond and waiting

For the drowning to sicken and stick their gums

Raw handfuls of meat

In the folders’ sore wet

Layer of oil on the surface muddled with fat from the skin, all mush and

Radiant oval colors

 

iii. Fullness in a City

Goose hair remnant of cunts toads and rocks

Bickering of pigeons

Skirts cast in sick and hot air

That vagina looks like a walnut

Made of rubber and ticks

 

Shit and gum

Tan grease of wrung filters

Inspiration, the packaging artist

Men and boys and dogs and Mothers contribute

Clumps of scalp and syrup, pops

Wrinkles brace like scaffolding

Shaft collapse survivors and those bird eaters

Blisters and silt caskets

Fingers and bunk, lips

 

 

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