Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Six 2004 |
Incarceration Dennis Saleh Digger wouldn’t eat he’d roll and unroll his sleeve and the tattoo blinked like an eye the reaper, the reaper’s scythe, “Fresno” Digger said the sun was like a thumb that pressed him into the gravel yard so he was pinned and held for hours A guy Digger knew cut out a man’s heart (he’s a lover at night on his knees) Nobody knew why he did it (he conducts a rite hooded in a bag) Plain cocksuckers, ones who fall in love and this one like a priest emptying Digger talked about Mr. Rat, Johnny Motel grudges, intrigues in the corridors currents, an eddy, then someone gone In the movie room a row of laps a knife passed along hand to hand Digger held it silver rat snake umbilical cord A man stopped it covered his stomach like a kiss in the dark embrace, in the lights |
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