Feb 02, 2010 01:41
to be Townes van Zandt is to have woman
defined by cities
and cities, cliches of what
your life should be like
if you were really living.
to be (where) is to be (whom)
to have a suitcase adorned with nothing
but kitsch sunsets crowning
every angle of horizon--
and wondering, if the sun also rises
over and under steel
rays, progressing, addressing
home to the outsourced
hands-down-the-line
a jagged train-
case adorned with
kitsch sunsets, sticky propaganda
clips the rubber fender and
explodes exposing strata
of plastic bags
to contain the combustible
toiletries
he's thrown enough
encapsulated solution
to douse the ocean
created tidal waves
by launch, at landing,
per vial, per passenger
but his own 70%
has never been
past security
thus he fires oz.
imagines detonated suds
multiplying, mounting, mushrooming
to fill the terminal
and rid each passport
of its heavy ink:
drip dry tabula rasa
illuminated by the neon
he's seen enough
liquid to douse the ocean
passport heavy with ink