“Cassette Tape”

“Cassette Tape”

A rumor:

you, unzipped,

complete in scissor exorcism

a flash to the past:

all the songs: blurred rain, burning berries,

blood on blacktop.

The cassette tape uncoils,

splashing jangly guitars onto the roofs

your mouths house carnivals

and jingly carousels.

The shadows of the torture devices smile.

Recording in driplets,

the mutant bones

play the session back

the black coffee in the studio

tracks the monster

flashes in the tape spools

phantom gramophone

follows

head of opossum

liver of lynx:

the horseman waits

at the bottom

of your triplicate stomach.

Tags: cassette tape, Nicholaus Patnaude, poem