loose

1996 Sticking Straight Ups

By Wil Robinson, Ritch Kerns, Tim Fox

Loose

Again I move and find myself in a building.

Men eat candles in the doorway.

The campfire is a piece of paper that can’t be read.

They whisper “technography” and stand by it.

The duck is dressed up like a crying baby.

Young girls live in wolf suits thinking of the ducks.

In the valley now the apostles light the fire–

Creatures eat the leaves while the children skitter in the forest.

Horses approach my position and turn–

Butterflies scattering like fireworks.

The duck is dressed up like a crying baby.

Young girls live in wolf suits thinking of the ducks.

As the mannequin bounces I hear her vanish.

Images grow sideways out of her arms.

Again I move and find myself used to it,

Looking at this world for all that she is worth