down by ‘lectric fields
where general burns left a mark or three
spit tubes of methane
they glow at night
burying grounds
land fills
burying land fill grounds
burying land fill grounds the town of dastardly west virginia
there was a scruff of a dog
and I remember blue angular designs
a star
but a giant star that surrounded with angles
no angels
just angles
and that trapeeze artist
stuck up there like a canary in cage
perhaps thats the attraction
riley murmured
the attraction that sells tickets
waiting for her to fly off
or drop
one way or another
the show will proceed
a stiff drink
becomes a soft shoe
on a late night crawl
beetling about in awkward stalling poses
inside the downtown labyrinth
coated over with years of hiding
chalk landscapes delicately placed
deny their own backing
riley packs a suitcase
“won’t be a canary any more”
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i never was much into poetry ’til buhdy opened his place here…maybe my head is ready for it now.
i like how you pull sooo much of the world, the feelings you’ve captured…into these deceptively few lines.
Please do more of this!
this part is brilliant:
the show will proceed
a stiff drink
becomes a soft shoe
on a late night crawl
beetling about in awkward stalling poses
inside the downtown labyrinth
coated over with years of hiding
chalk landscapes delicately placed
deny their own backing
riley packs a suitcase
“won’t be a canary any more”
fucking great!