Death Without Nice
Pedigree
The cheap thrill
of a marble fountain
its current
a rewinding tape
calcified
old nurse's hats
and calculating
visitors
painted in
a cold museum
taking tickets
at the door.
I wanted to take you
somewhere else
where flocking
on a Christmas card
is not the only
warmth you know.
Past drive-thru’s
of a thunderstorm
where pupils
are a fuzzy peach
with juice
inside their batteries
past waiting graves
and moments lost.
Life by injection
of suffer’s flame
craving a
river's lullaby.
Pumped-in blue sky
Demerol
death without
nice pedigree.
Evil arch
and anvil crush
of caking
baking
apathy.
