Saturday, October 6, 2012

All in a Row



Winners: all in a row.

Winners.

Identical iceberg eyes.

Forum eyes, dismissive

eyes.

Smug smile eyes. 
Throats choking
on tar baby cries.

Mouths dripping

sulfureous lies.

Those winners,
hearty and hale,
exhale
morphia powder,
clam chowder.

Mummified hands splatter
applause
from bleacher bandstands, 
marching bands,
Sousa marching bands.

Lying liars,
lying in wait.

Lying liars,
squealing

vampires.

Winterize. 
Shoot 'em 'tween
their eyes,
those winners.

Those winners, all sitting ducks, 
in a row.

Coney Island sideshow
plastic 
ducks: comic
book colors:

bobbling. Witless.

Take bead, 
green-eyed refugee,
identify. 

Take bead and gently (gently)

squeeze 

the trigger, kewpie your prize:
big idiot eyes, 
insipid lips, topknot prize.

Enter, gently (gently), where night
owl and early bird converge
by the river...

Happy days will be here, again, again.
Happy days will be here. Again.