EARTH IS HORIZON, HEAVEN IS HEIGHT
i am a cutout pilgrim boy. you are a cutout pilgrim girl. i am holding a cardboard blunderbuss and wearing a stovepipe hat and a shiny buckle is on it. you are wearing a white apron and have a white bonnet and one loose string is falling from it. i have been out hunting all day. you have been inside cooking all day. the world is orange and brown and black and white. our world has two dimensions. earth is horizon and heaven is height. my eyes are without distance. your eyes are without depth. i am free of doubt. you are beaming with unexamined gratitude.
thank you mother. thank you father. thank you husband. thank you wife. thank you children. thank you relatives. thank you indians. thank you england. thank you powhatan and john winthrop. thank you pocahontas and ann hutchinson. thank you beasts of burden. thank you chickens. thank you eggs. thank you boulders thank you tree stumps. thank you mud root soil clod spade becket shovel adze axehandle sledgehead. thank you wooden spoon clay pitcher glass bowl shingled roof. thank you iron shoed hooves and metal sled runners. thank you curtains thank you curtain rods. thank you houseplants thank you pets. thank you housebuilders roadbuilders automobile builders. thank you coal diggers thank you crop dusters. thank you tomato pickers and lettuce loaders. thank you truck drivers shelf stockers checkout register ringers. thank you furniture makers.
thank you computer programmers. thank you bank of america. thank you our father who art in washington. thank you jesus. thank you buddha. thank you herman hesse jean paul sartre flann o'brien. thank you paul bunyan john chapman luther burbank davey crockett. thank you god of eden. thank you god of the lion lying down with the lamb. thank you god of vengeance and forgiveness. thank you god of mutual seduction and pregnant wishes. thank you god of penetrative and non penetrative sex.
thank you warner brothers. thank you jesus. thank you jesus. thank you horn of plenty shelled autumnal vulva of the earth goddess.
George Wallace
WHAT CANYA DO
what canya do
who can U B
when the aliens let
our brains run free?
(Run, brain- Run-
Run, & see...
where the aliens
let U all run Free!)
Eli P. Cimota
SLAVE AND MASTURBATION
An old plow hand, I play acoustic
Foreskin, hairy palms, white cane
Puberty, the fish and the fingers.
Old acids etch anew my brain.
The old wants? They still imply
Unoffered breasts, often rejected.
Original sin is condition given
So the knee bores say.
Yet dark ripples still unstill light.
Small deaths linger lightly on sheets
No longer washed nor nightly scented
With reason wrinkled, or raw.
Steven B. Smith
Horn Head · Eric Shaffer |
