Peter Moore - Rightbrain
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waiting for a $600 haiku

at a dinner table
waiting for a $600 haiku
and a pair of ticket's to a Borneo graveyard
some couple from Nantucket
bickers about the antiChrist
and other lesions on the human carcass.
Weird images protrude inside their bloated skulls
calling upon the wet warmth of a father's scrutiny
and their blinding love of mutiny
and a tailor's tepid adjustments
to their workplace loincloths.
Darien assembles the bread in his wallet
with a circumspect twist of his right wilted wrist
---a knowing motion,
like a farmhand seeding sorghum
from his gabardine pocket.

Truman alluded to sick fantasies
on the night of his betrayal to Bess
wherein which he chafed with a negro woman,
her feet caked like a tortoise shell.
Her grey breasts summoned an alarm bell
to billow from a capstan cloud
into the apron of the evening.
But the god of Weather sat upon the seesaw
contemplating his next move
(either sinister or sacred)
with the bony-edged sword
of his blow-hard parsimony
(great testament to fools).
Truman left on a wizard's breath,
adorned by a mistresses with no previous experience
with dropped trousers.

Captain Phantasmo gave a benediction
to all the terrapins
who'd crowded around the saloon
(some shruggin their shoulders,
some hugging a tune
like a priest consoling a bereaving parishioner).
And Mary Margaret,
queen of all the canonic defibrillators
shuts off the defibrillator
and announces herself "Servant of God"
and no one cares,
(the lawyers don't come round the hospital no more
now that all the doctors get absolved for any misconduct or intransigence).

Derek aligns all his plastic ponies in a row.
Waits for Old Yeller, the aging canine.
Stabs at rats with the glow
of his toothpaste-minty-fresh maw.
And commissioning a skateboarding dance troupe
to sell this snakeoil to sycophants
and pray for deep grey rain
to rinse this dark city's stain.
He turns to Mary Margaret and says,
"It's my being heavy as opposed to you not dealing with it."
And after a slight pause, adds,
"O, let's be fierce just for once to say
it's not BAD
to integrate into each other."

PRM 04.05.03
05:04 am

 

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