from You've Got A Pretty Hellmouth
Maybe some sex at death lake
to amplify the bright spots?
And hey, nice mosquito skull sketch
Way to keep the insides exposed
and thanks for yelling
“run” all the time
*
We all knew you’d be safer in
the burning barn so you swamped
that old Galaxie, fell into floorboard
ferns and a hatchet, a peek-hole
and a peekaboo choking scene
*
On one hand what’s left
of my other hand, on my face
your last useful teeth. We
were just trying
to relax at the cabin
45 acres of ancient evil and
some antlers, so those
misused farm tools are
cursed now
Welcome to the fam
*
You step into the flooded
basement, wish
for claws then gills, stumble
out of the bushes into
the ghost train’s path, open
the cupboard door to some
full on Bible sex, follow
the goat farmer into
the cave to count stars
Previously published in Cloud Rodeo.
Michael Sikkema is the author of four full length collections of poetry, most recently Die Die Dinosaur (BlazeVOX books) . He is also the author of several chapbooks and collaborative chapbooks.
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