Never instead put the bales in
resize the type to provide ALLURE.
Look how the picture seems to tell a story.
Mother, Iím all dolled up in HOPE.
My breastplate hinge needs a little oil,
Iím hobbling along to kick your crutch.
Mother, Iím all doped up with DESIRE.
Iíve cleaned the machine with delicate
hand, scrubbed the data within an inch of its life.
Mother, Iím all diary today, feeling PENSIVE.
The returns keep disappearing, I canít get my hands
around even one. I keep clicking through
the channels, the links, little vortex
displays all the characteristics of a MOTIVE,
mother, but someoneís just reported
that the election has been made OFFICIAL.
The results seem promising. In one version
you get to keep the crown. The twin diamonds
sparkling your eyes sparkle harder, the LIGHT
takes on a decadence like that of old snow.
In the other, your garland consumes itself,
your hair falls out like nuclear, your elisions
lisp the windows shut, breaking the view
in half. Your face becomes but a VAGARY
and there are no backups in storage. I AM
a cosmos if I am still breathing. Wind breaks
at my neck and spells your name acrostically.
Spells your name like my BELOVED. Repetition
of facts and figures keeps me apprised. Dogs
mass in the streets, shaking bones, slurping scrap
lifted from the MALFEASANCE of silver plates
hung to dry from row house clothes lines,
the treadís worn down on the spires sagging
from the GLORIOUS peaks of this great sky!
Can you hear the clicking through the air vents?
Did you notice the picture twitch on the bedroom wall?
Leaves turn pink and blue, SUPERNATURAL
is not dead, is rippling through me, I can feel
my toes, I can see you staring at my nape,
I can see you vivid in the dark corner of the day,
taking your damask gown off one strap
at a time, as if I were watching. I have a MANDATE.
Nobody else would bother to see you this way.
Nick Twemlow's poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in A Public Space, Court Green, Fence, Sentence, and Volt. He is co-editor of The Canary and lives in Chicago.