I want a sign, a heraldic bird, or even an angel at midnight or a plane ticket to Alexandria, a room full of good dreams. This won't do; farmlife with chickens clucking in the barnyard, lambs, cows, vicious horses kicking when I bite their necks. The woman carved of ice was commissioned by certain unknown parties and lasted into a March thaw, tits turning to water. Phone call. That strange cowboy who pinned a button to the boy's fly near the jukebox -- well last night he shot his mom. Arrested, taken in as it were for having a purple fundament, a brain full of grotesqueries, a mouth exploding with red lies. Hops a plane to NYC riding on the wing through a thunderstorm, a parade, a suite at the Plaza, a new silver-plated revolver. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMARKS TO THE BACK OF A PEW by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE ABANDONED by MATHILDE BLIND MANY ARE CALLED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MONEY DIGGERS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE TREE TOAD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |