rob mclennan
from paisley
for nathalie stephens1.
go big or go. a machine-shop of users. brings
the car around. takes four daysto do anything. whether this is unreal, the taste
& the texture. four headboards appear.a metaphysical ruse. the twelve parts
of her. misnumbered. a tornprogressive edge. is this a matter
of schoolchildren. open your eyes.whoever said, that the mouth
has no memory. we forgetin stages. the pistols were drawn.
where the ink. streaks in wet. punchin the spit. a queen & a company.
wont get a “B,” but be torna new “A.” the wrong kind of bicycle.
insensitive rain. a bludgeonof parcels. the rattle
of church windows. impeccable stone.would it bleed down. tears
from the fountain. a care underneath.the torn pages of some. manicured lawns
w/ bad haircuts. mullets in some.the terror in timing. they hide out
in trees. shoot low, sheriff. a personreads. a simple master. the emergence
of nothing. the green treesalong paisley street. the ninth redhead
in a row. collectibles indoors.a record of teaching. the cold monarchs teeth.
displays out in boulder. a hecticfor the day. a day. the long dark.
drive the reading registers.2.
he works out the thing. the trouble w/ people.
an old rotten song. shook outfrom sleep. do the motions forgive. his heart
in the caverns. prohibition in turns.she swallows the headrock. tell the type
what to follow. a bit of grass to cut.the song she wont know. knock yourself
out the doors. the first question, whatto tell you. nobodys business
but yours. what would i tell him.a magnificent range. a magnificent
rage. all written in paisley. tornjeans down the crack. a lazy
considered. were nothing but trees.woke up not alone. knew nothing
of sleep. a kiss four hours long.would this be the last. the month
that he met her. ontario farms.the train whistle blows me. a castle
on mars. she wipes off the table.before she sits down. thick fingers
in paste. the coffee would burn.everybody in furs. her pants
start to stretch. the fashionthat time. a layer of onions. a song
they forgot. a tune stolen since.a pig-headed endeavor. a series
of resolute. a crossing-guards tong.would you hand me that hammer. brew
beer not the root. does it happenthat way. if you were three birds.
a leaf in the trees. a breath.