“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.
nicholauspatnaude 