4 by george mckim
super sunny day with ghost
anechoic chamber is it still chic to say Bauhaus? because I left my hair on the steep grade. this morning before entering the anechoic chamber I painted a backwards sky remove your hair because brain surgery, the an-echoic meaning non-yellowing, teflon or tuna-free in a room designed to completely absorb meteors and x-ray bullets the only sound bees drilling holes in the darkness the mall of america last night in the forest in the Fauvist trees aliens carved a poem in the purple cypress. a frayed song in the air a grave for the light drag a comb through the Cubist trees , am I right? remember how last night, in the fauvist snow, james wright crashed my car and the sky cracked in half and we could see the all the wires and the mother ship landed and we all got naked and swam with the aliens in a lake of fire? remember how last night in the mall of america ludwig kirchner crashed my car may I present: frank sinatr uh, a fauvist. SkyMall haiku #10 behaving badly in your Star Trek pajamas she’ll love your sad music |
GEORGE McKIM has an MFA in Painting. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Dear Sirs, Shampoo, Diagram, Found Poetry Review, elimae, Ditch, Cricket Online Review, Otoliths, and others. His chapbook Found & Lost is forthcoming from Silver Birch Press later this year. Find him at gmckim.tumblr.com and georgemckim.com. |