"I had a picture of another man's wife tattooed on my arm"
---John Prine
Jesus, Patricia Rodriguez
i’m thinking about the people who clean grain silos while i’m reading
my friend's novel and he's teaching me you can always circle back into a
word again if the writing is good enough
and now i’m in the shower
taken by surprise sounds like something
that waves at us while we
pass and i wonder if silo men are taken by surprise when their safety
harnesses fail but i’m late for an appointment in the future with my
great great grandchildren who want me to explain why we gave all the
clean water to the frac-ers to make earthquakes and sinkholes and bank
accounts and hong kong phooey cartoons but there haven't been bank accounts
since the paper revolution so they can't relate to the feel of a real
leather buggy whip in their hands and pay phones and horses and the
sound of carriage wheels rolling in the morning air any more than a
die apart america
great great grandchildren who want me to explain why we gave all the
clean water to the frac-ers to make earthquakes and sinkholes and bank
accounts and hong kong phooey cartoons but there haven't been bank accounts
since the paper revolution so they can't relate to the feel of a real
leather buggy whip in their hands and pay phones and horses and the
sound of carriage wheels rolling in the morning air any more than a
die apart america
so now i’m walking around all the
blue bikes and the pink bikes
tipped over on all the broken
sidewalks and in all the yellow yards
and as i hear dad's yelling
or television men forgotten on
i turn a complete circle
screaming out loud
where have all the people gone
amerigo vespucci promised
desperate europeans rivers of gold
and horny native girls to board broad ships and cross over broader seas
but at this moment i'm in
an art gallery in dallas texas
kissing the girl i love
pressing her tight to me
one hand on the small of her back
the other on her neck
blue bikes and the pink bikes
tipped over on all the broken
sidewalks and in all the yellow yards
and as i hear dad's yelling
or television men forgotten on
i turn a complete circle
screaming out loud
where have all the people gone
amerigo vespucci promised
desperate europeans rivers of gold
and horny native girls to board broad ships and cross over broader seas
but at this moment i'm in
an art gallery in dallas texas
kissing the girl i love
pressing her tight to me
one hand on the small of her back
the other on her neck
and we're moving like we invented kissing 10,000 years ago to live
forever and with one word from her swollen lips i'd kill all the men on all
the ships in the history of the world
but i'm looking over my baby's
shoulder and damn jesus patricia rodriguez you're standing by a pool
holding that drink like a cock wearing those black sunglasses
monica bellucci cool in nothing but a
bikini talking about godzillas and i
know jesus patricia rodriguez amerigo vespucci is rolling over in
his grave listening to me moan in my baby's ear and i'm sure i'll be your
fukushima disaster if you'd just tip those glasses down and look at me
the maps are burning
the apps are blank
the sign in the hands standing
on the side of the road says
nil by mouth
like grain in a silo
nowhere to circle
nowhere to turn
in america
--Paul Koniecki
forever and with one word from her swollen lips i'd kill all the men on all
the ships in the history of the world
but i'm looking over my baby's
shoulder and damn jesus patricia rodriguez you're standing by a pool
holding that drink like a cock wearing those black sunglasses
monica bellucci cool in nothing but a
bikini talking about godzillas and i
know jesus patricia rodriguez amerigo vespucci is rolling over in
his grave listening to me moan in my baby's ear and i'm sure i'll be your
fukushima disaster if you'd just tip those glasses down and look at me
the maps are burning
the apps are blank
the sign in the hands standing
on the side of the road says
nil by mouth
like grain in a silo
nowhere to circle
nowhere to turn
in america
--Paul Koniecki
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