Kristin Prevallet
The
Breeders
1. Who are you
thinking
about
while riding
the train?
2. I got a tattoo
of a river
down my spine,
want to feel it?
Or just lie across.
3. In a hurry
between
furry
cups and saucers
pins and mints.
4. You say I
have ginger
hair I say thanks.
Stalk me
(you’ll only got as far as the lobby.)
5. Rock in the
bend
At the foot
of
A bend to turn
on
Take it slowly
Without a spin
Stopped short
I’ll be
waiting
For you there
With my thumb
Sucked to the
bone
The
anticipation
Is slightly
killing me.
6. I took one look at a bowling ball
and
thought it was a bull
traveling high speed
down the tracks
distanced by
bunnies burrowing
in fields off the side
of the road –
7. I made
icicles
form
a tent
and slept there
pretty much up
all night wondering,
what must it be like
to live on a bus?
8. I met a
spaceman
in the desert
his arms
were the size of the sky.
9. And what of it
except
we flew
me and you
away
as fast as something
burning.
10. I thought
you’d like to know
the guy sitting across from me
is much
more interested in his filing system
than in what he's got filed away
11. The train is moving fast now
we
might just make it in time
for the Mayflower to sail again
10,000 years into the future:
you’ll recognize me I’ll be
the one with the lilt
and you’ll be the one
with the gaze.
12. Made it to
Mystic
where
a deer makes
12 leaps
before jumping over
the moon.
13. What so you
want to kill me
three times:
The first by burning
The second by firing
The third by passing me by in the hallway
when I come to pay my respects.
The trees are pruned to perfection.
14. Full to
speeding
were
my dreams last night:
a singular smokestack
in a haze of green:
industry destroys
serenity.
15. My idol too
has a dark side:
you know the soft spot
on the back of the
neck has always
been better suited for a dagger
than a kiss.
16. Picked up a
hammer
swung it at
a car
swung it again
at a bird
swung it again
into a pile of wood
Made slashes
out of anything resembling a knot
17. What kind of
eye
makes
desire for you
an unattainable measure
of continuous space?
We’re moving
through each other
like an underpass.
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