t o r i c h a n d m a r c e l l a
A N S E L M B E R R I G A N
Unemployment bird cheep-cheeps
Stainglass conscience we don't see you
Fortieth century dinosaur jetpacks
From egg to egg in the pre-dawn
Blue cave entrances hang waiting
For a frame to afford representational pain
I saw my first dad's face turn
From a black and red profile blind and ordered
It off the wall. Too scary.
I'm glad your friend was tending bar
And let us short change her mean boss
It made it easier to go on and felt universal
As if intelligence had been properly utilized for the first time
Dailiness destroys the mind's aspirations
And we like that, we toast to it
And apply it to our sensory perceptions
Of freon, asbestos, chorizo, metrocard
Magnetic skull drilling, facepaint
Cloth corsets and structural holes.
The software licensed to the Red Army
Is there if they show. They won't.
So we won't be executed! By them.
I pour a glass of pilsner over my head
Release purr, diamond grudge
Belly putt-putt serenade, public and plain.
I have three new Yaculiks on the wall
A decoder ring, a pink "au revoir sucker"
And a portrait of Ted in front of Gem Spa
Painted off the back cover of Red Wagon
© crossconnect 1995-2000
published in association with the
university of pennsylvania's
kelly writers house