Dischell - Backwards Days
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A safety pin and the fur of a now dead cat
(I dont think I will clone him)
There is a price tag for parts
And a key to my old apartment (hello!)
This is the birthplace of sneezes
The depository of receipts
Condom wrappers (yippee)
And coins coins coins coins
Here is a ticket stub from the ball game
(Row HH) a quote from a roofer
The business card of a dwarf
(My father had me shake his hand
At the side show) three bobby pins
A toothpick a suit button
Here lies a pen with a lady
(Shes naked upside down)
Mold resembling a fruit peel
A postcard of the Rockies
(Hows the weather down there?)
An aspirin and a root beer barrel
And a matchbook with a number
(I did not write the name)
To start a fire
In the leaves, where the red and yellow and yellow and red
Have arranged themselves in momentary heaps like drifts
Where each caught leaf behind the drainpipe running down
From the eaves, each on the lawn appears slick as fresh paint
Scatter in the noon already too cold, where the shadows
Of the trees cross this path, the fieldstone wide, the mortar flecked,
Smudges in a tangle of roots. The mosses live to the side
Of each heel print, the scuff of brooms and mowers and the rake
Leads up three brick steps to the porch. The black iron railing
Whose underside needs repainting is attached to the brickwork
In which six thick small panes are framed. The door has a mail slot
On a spring. It opens three quarters of the way. Daylight
The brass handle of the door turns with great effort, the lock
And wrist click. The edge where the mechanism is concealed
Heads of four three-inch Phillips head screws, the company name,
And the retracted bolt echoing in the hall (is that you?).
A marble rolled several ways before stopping.
One hallway led to nothing but a window
At the edge of the city, near the highway
The median in the rain. Under the overpass
Two men sitting up in sleeping bags
Passed a bottle while a third
Grilled dinner on a wire shelf rigged
Across a fruit bin salvaged from
A junked refrigerator. The clever one,
He knew the collection schedules,
Assembled his office among the pigeons,
Bookcases and a desk and chair
He had gotten the others to carry
Down the embankment. He was the one
Who found the money taped under the drawer,
The one who looked for such things
That bought the chicken, bread, and beer
And the spirits the others were drinking
Toasting the success of their leader
After he swallowed half the bottle.
Theres a well choked with weeds.
The rusted bell without its tongue
Can still be sounded with a stone.
Up and one boy said my dad was in it, but it was over
By the time I came around the corner. My dad by then
Was rolling down his shirtsleeves and I could not see
The other man if there was one because I no longer
Remember if what I saw or heard was true because
My dad said it never happened. He may be right
I may have dreamed his glasses in his shirt pocket,
His bleeding knuckles because I wanted it to happen
That my dad was the kind of man who got into fistfights
On his way home from work, that I would be that kind
Of man, too. Once I put a friend of mine in a headlock
Outside a bowling alley. He drank a cup of piss
He thought was beer. He blamed me for not telling him
And tried to sock me in the mouth. I was glad the joke
Was not on me. He should not have been so eager to grab
The cup another friend pretended he was drinking
I hit my friend in the face to keep him from squirming
And his glasses fell in a puddle of spit, and the friend
Who pissed in the cup laughed even more and nearly
Stepped on the glasses as I pressed my friends neck
Down close to the sidewalk. Give? I told him, give.
On streets familiar to the heart, I saw
Benches and light poles, rooftops and spires,
Bridges one after the other across
The river lit at the far end of its line, the red
Sun mixing the blue and green,
The thread of the river a fuse to my mood.
The bed that filled it, the half moon
Of the table, the folding chair where
I ate bread and soup and wrote my notes
Concerning a person much like myself
At peace in a foreign city, perambulator
Of urban regions, seeker of elusive moments.
Dive bars at the edges of the citys core,
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